If I was supposed to
be defined by grades on
a paper, or by words in
a dictionary
I wouldn’t have
been born human.
If I was supposed to
be confined by margins
on an essay, or by stars
on a flag.
I wouldn’t have
the ability to create.
If I was supposed to
be defined by hatred
to my name or by my
disgraceful past.
I wouldn’t have
been born me.