I am more

I am more than the girl who lies on her back as you lay on top of me.
Taking a gift that is now, illegally, yours.
I am more than the tears that fall down to my pillow.
More than sobbing myself to sleep.
I am more than the lies that are displayed on music videos and are rapped on the radio,
The provocative image you project for young girls.
I am more than the neglect you have given me as a separate individual.

I am more than what society says what beauty is.
More than a skinny waist and big breasts.
I am more than what you refuse to bestow on my behalf.
My own name, my own appearance.
I am more than another number in your line.
I am labeled, not by my hand, but by yours.
What am I then, you ask?

I am the young woman who chooses to take charge,
To break through barriers, to be more than a stereotype.
The human that I am is unique, there will never be a copy,
only an original.

Do not cast me away as you judge me for living life differently.
Do not point fingers, forgetting to actually get to know who I am.
For you will remember my name because I abide by my own rules,
And think from my own mind.

I am an astonishing person who knows when my strength can break barriers.
And is smart enough to know that I no longer have to comply by what you say.
I am beautiful, I am me, and I will always be more.