What I am is not what you see It's not how I look, what I wear, or my skin color What I am cannot be found on the outside; It is not seen through my sex or my sexuality. Wouldn't you like to know who I am? Am I a stereotype? Am I someone's prejudices? Am I my family? Am I my society? Wouldn't you like to know who I am? I am not your rigid formulas. I am not your labels. I am not what you think I am. Wouldn't you be surprised to know... That I am without a name. Because your classification system is meaningless to me. No. I am me, Myself, a person born to this world of judgment, Someone who wishes not to be judged, Just me who wants to be me and is not allowed to Because of your stringent rules for my family and the world. No. I am me. Now wouldn't you like to know who I am?