i stand as undefined as the beginning of my lines no rules will tell me where to end where to start or where ill begin society will not label me tell me when to be capitalized when i can stand true undefined by their lies i will not shift into who they want me to be last time i checked they didn't die for me as my king and i refuse to let a broken society try to mold and shape me
-b.m
this poem is called undefined because i wanted to get the point across that soceity can try all the want to to shape me and tell me who i should be but the one who gets to mold me and shape me is my king Jesus that died for me