 Who are you to tell me I can't love you the way mothers love daughters? The way Mary was closest to Joseph and babies is close to the father. You don't know me and love got a secret handshake and mad inside jokes. Nuggetella's knock-knock on my heartbeat, boxes and inside folks. Who are you to tell me I don't want you the way flesh wants freedom? The way greed, love need. The way kings need kingdoms. You don't know what I know, what I'm capable of.