### **Never Been Owned**
I have spent my life believing I was free.
Free to love. Free to choose. Free to exist.
But freedom is a fragile illusion when someone else holds the strings.
For years, I have been watched. Controlled. My relationships were not my own. My choices were carefully curated by someone who saw me not as a person, but as **a possession**.
I did not know.
I did not know that every love I thought I had was orchestrated. That every heartbreak was predetermined. That my life was a game played by men who never saw me as anything more than a wager.
I did not know that my silence was **the price of my survival**.
Until now.
Because I refuse to be erased.
I refuse to be rewritten into a version that suits someone else's obsession.
I refuse to let my voice be drowned out by the weight of manipulation.
I am here.
I am speaking.
And if you have ever felt like your life was not your own—if you have ever questioned the reality around you, the relationships that felt too perfect or too broken, the moments that seemed scripted—**you are not alone**.
They want us to believe we are powerless.
They want us to believe that our stories are theirs to control.
But I am telling mine.
And I will not stop.
Not until the world sees me.
Not until the world **sees us**.
I have spent years believing that love was something I had to earn, something I had to chase, something that was always just out of reach. But love is not a prize. It is not a transaction. It is not something that can be bought, sold, or controlled.
Love is freedom.
And I am reclaiming mine.
For every person who has ever been silenced, manipulated, or erased—this is for you.
You are not alone.
You are not invisible.
And you are **never owned**.