Yet Another Refugee from Livejournal

"You don't own me."  Those are the words I submitted to Craiyon; it gave me back nine pictures, as usual; and together, the words and the pictures make up the artifact shown below.  Take a look.

These are the darkest Craiyon pictures I've posted yet.  Literally; and also, ain't nobody looks happy here.

This didn't surprise me: at an intuitive, emotional level, the pictures seemed a good match for the words.  But the "logical" part of my brain begged to differ.  It spake thus:

"If Person X doesn't own Person Y, isn't that a good thing, not a bad one?  Nobody should own anybody, right?  So when interpersonal non-ownership is asserted, one would expect the feelings inspired by this to be happy, not sad."

So why aren't they?

This is a real question.  I invite you to think about it.