iam not my father
i am not my gender
i am not my beauty
i am not those men who want me
i am not that tired sigh
i am not that smirk
i am not that pain
i am not that tear
i am not those memories
i am not that lost dream
i am not that open wound
i am not that lost child
i am not my past
one moment does not define me
one breath does not captivate me
one stare does not know me
one smirk does not see me
one sigh does not understand me
through the luaghs and pain, fear and regret my life was not defined
but through the rain and snow, the heart and soul i became who i chose to be,
what i am i made myself.
those who think they know me do not see me and they do not even know themselves.
