Thinking sad, hateful thoughts
to make myself cry
being happy being sad
being something that is not me
being someone who is not free
for I am
I'm not free
Not as long as
these shackles of society bind me to their stereotypes
those lazy, ugly-minded people
can't wrap their heads around
someone who doesn't
quite
fit
with their catagories
and their categories do fit
they fit perfectly inside
their expensive jeans.
I am more than this.
I am more than my hair and my eyes and my smile.
I am more than my skin
I am more than my weight
I am more than your assumptions
I am more than your hate
I am more than this
what you see
what you know
I am more than what I hide
I am more than what I show.
I am not a category
I am more than society will ever guess
I am who I am.
Nothing more, nothing less.
