_final Poem .odt

What I’m Not By leslie valle Ever since birth I’ve been define By age, by gender, by height When will it stop when will they realize We are all equal as one. You, You really got a hold on me Why can’t you just let me be Why can’t I just be set free. Why can’t I be like a bird spreading its wings Out high to the world. Soaring around not giving a dam Oh how I wish I was them. Why wasn't I born a boy Maybe by then I would have a voice Maybe by then I can escape this torture of mine Maybe by then I wont lose my mind I wish I could show the world my worth What I’m capable of but for now I’m the Only one knowing which is rough because I Know what I’m capable of. I see my little brother He comes home like no other All cheerful wondering around Until the sun comes down and shines away. I wonder what's it like being in his shoes Would I be treated good or how Am I now used.

Would I be able to spread my wings Would I be able to say I’m free Or would I still be stuck in this dimension of mine Not letting go of what tortures me at night. I wish I could say what’s on my mind But if I dare I once heard I would regret it for the rest of my life. Why was I born a girl A girl with no rights A girl that desires to be free like the hummingbird she happens To see everyday in Her sleep. Can’t they see I’m already in pain But because of them my misery Has gained. I see myself in the mirror And all I happen to see is Fear. All I want is a better life But now all my heart seems to do Is cry. Maybe in another life I will experience that freedom Maybe in another life that day will come but for now I have to suffer In pain until who knows for how long.