Who gave you rights to my body? Or rights to my time and labor?
Have you supplied me with shelter enough to grant you unpreferred access to my bounty?
Am I a servant to you? Or mere property?
The food of this body offers no sustenance when taken by demand,
This hot dish feeds only when offered with a happy heart
Take and eat and soon your muscles and your skin fall from your bones
For they never receive abundant nourishment or love’s sweetness