Mother, may I?

Mother, may I?
May I free myself from the restraints of a man’s wandering hands?
Or do I have to bear the weight of a six second outcome I cried against?

Mother, may I?
Mother may I take the reigns over my own domain or will I face persecution?
May I stay close by or do I need a tent and supplies, for shelter…and safety?

Mother, may I?
May I be deemed a criminal for protecting my health, the doctor says I may not make it?
May I stay with you for the night, for comfort, my dearest friend?

Mother, may I?
May I have just the control of what I was given or face persecution for saying, “no”?

Mother, may I?
Mother, may I never have to ask anyone’s permission, ever again…?