‘I’

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I’m not a statistic, a number
Confined to a title or grade.
Not an occurrence to study,
A stick figure to mutilate.

I’m not my nationality, nor ethnicity,
Not my height, my weight.
I’m not a toy at your feet,
A delicacy on your plate.

I’m not a plastic doll,
A puppet at your disposal
I’m not, I am not,
Another horse on your carousel.

I’m not to be studied,
To be examined, to be explained
I’m a universe, an experience
That you can never assuage.

I’m not this body, this hair,
Bones, nails and teeth.
I’m infinite, boundless,
Whose magnitude makes you seethe.