I Wasn'T Born To Be You

I wasn't ... 

I wasn't born to be an ironed piece of cloth, 

If I wanted I could be torn at places and yet not hide it.

I was not born to be a chunk of seasoned meat. 

I could be the precarious dust in your mouth if I wanted to be.

I wasn't born to sleep with one guy all my life.

I could only decide how many visitors I let into my body.

I wasn't born to be a tamed bird trapped in a cage 

I could be as wild as a lion and as mild as a butterfly.

I wasn't born to be a cement building of internal restlessness.

I could be ramshackle of satisfaction, I had to decide if I wanted to.

I was not born to flow constrained like a dam,

I could be a careless broke or a bitchy sea.

I was not born to be veiled under the shamefulness and hypocrisy of humanity,

I could walk bare if I wanted to.

I wasn't born to speak other's mind, mince my words to be liked.

I was born to be blunt and spiked at the same time.

I wasn't born to be a controlled giggle under the palm of my hand,

I could be a wide chested laugh if I wanted to. 

I wasn't born to be a stereotypical colour called pink,

I could be grey if I wanted to. 

I could be well-embroidered tapestry or a rotten rug under your foot, but it had to be my decision. 

I wasn't born to be a bundle of choices and misplaced opinion. 

I was born to have an identity of my own.