I look in the mirror and see short dark hair, light complexion and small brown eyes.

 I am classified as Asian.

I am suppose to be very intellectual, focused only on studies and have strict parents. 

But that is not me.

No one can stop society from thier thoughts, 

They are free to opinionize.  

They see the world and it's people, profile them into group.



But I am classified as me.

I am an indiviual. 

I see the world and each and every different individual. 

They bring their own unqiness and special gifts. 

I am me because I do not allow myself to be classified. 

I am apart of something much bigger.

But for now I am me. 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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