What I Am

I am not a painting

Which you can stand around

And discuss what features

Stand out, and which fall short.

I am not a slab of burger meat

For you to drool over

A place for you to

“Sink your teeth”.

I am not an art exhibit

Asking passers by

To stare at me

Or judge me.

I am a human

And I bleed real blood

I feel hurt and pain

And I do know real love.

You do not get to call me names

You do not get to point out “flaws”

You do not get to make me feel

Smaller than a bug.

You do not define me

In fact your words define yourself

So maybe you should watch

What comes out of your mouth.