I could be so many things.
Just a person nothing too fancy.
But what they do is
they talk of my flesh because
it holds too many roots inside, pure soil.
They talk of my size because
it's not the shape of their perfect fruit,
only disappointments.
I could be human,
with cracks and stitches from childhood,
but what they do is make me hide them,
push me to be a part of their camouflage
but I could be anything
and I chose to not play dirty
and I chose to be who I am
just another wounded human
trying to heal differently.
