Who I Am

I am not my name 

I am my heart 

I am not my face 

I am my mind’s art 

I’m not the stories you tell 

I’m the truth as a needle in a hay

I’m not a toy or ball

I’m not something to break and play 

I’m not a piece of clay 

Being molded to your wish 

I’m not a fish 

You can bait, deceive and slay 

I’m not my body 

I’m not the dress 

Housework is not my hobby

My dreams you can’t suppress 

Your so-called sick superiority 

Is merely your inferiority 

Do you call this a society?

Where’s the damn equality?! 

So you can tell all lies 

To covert your insecurity 

But oh! What a surprise! 

There’s nothing to hide in reality 

Close my mouth with blood 

Attack the ones who gave you life! 

Then drown in tears, a ferocious flood 

I’ll never stop fighting for my rights 

You may be a fiend fox 

But I’m no little lamb 

So go ahead and throw your rocks 

I’ll proudly stand and be who I am