I am not
your honey
your darling
your cutie-pie
your sugar
your sweetheart.
My otherness is not more genuine
because others have hated.
Neither am I lesser
because I have been tolerated.
I am not
your youth
your underdog
your pretty girl
your ugly girl
your minority
your quota
your statistic
your exception.
Harm cannot be rationalised
and yet my mind is rational
despite what you may say.
I am not
your woman
your girl
your bisexual
your queer.
I am not anyone’s
and no one is mine.