You can’t put me in a box
Or trap me with your words.
You can’t squash me or squeeze me
To fit your idea of the world.
You can try to define me
With your useless stereotypes.
But I’ll still find a loophole
And rise above your cries.
And just like me, other people
Can never be just one thing.
We are multifaceted diamonds
With grit, and guts, and bling.
We will rise above the thunderclouds
And stand strong against the storms.
We won’t cower ‘cause of your meanness
Or submit to all your wrongs.
We are not meant to be boxed up
And sealed with mailing tape.
We have quirks, and flaws, and passions
With every color, and size, and shape.
We may not be “convenient”
And fit your limited views
But we are unique, living beings
Can you deny us that, too?