I’m my mother’s eyes and my father’s smile.

My brother’s humor and my sister’s inquisitiveness.

I’m trapped by their need to classify me for what they think I am; for what I am not.

When I cry,I’m too sensitive, when I’m angry I’m stingy.

When I speak up,I’m rude, when I smile,I’m fake.

I’m not your fucking mirror, not your chance to opinionate.

I’m not the brand you think you gave me.

I’m human I cry, and you can’t stop me.

I can scream and curse until my throat gives up.

I can talk, and talk about what I want.

I will break free and I won’t come back

And if I come back you won’t be able to claim me.

I will shout until my lungs give out.

I will cry out about how I’m me, and not you.

You’ll be surprised that I found my own way,

But I know who I am, and you can’t change me.

You won’t be able to bar me from me.

I will end my imprisonment and break free.

Don’t think I’m weak because you don’t know me.

I can be the world and be it my way

And when I get there, because I will, it’ll be my achievement.

I’ll be my own victor and my own savior.

By Minahil Naghman

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