I am not

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.