I am a person

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I am a person
Not some prize to be won.
A person
With thoughts and actions and my own feelings.
My own feelings
Which, as feelings are known to have done,
Mess with my eyes.
Mess with my heart.
Mess with my life.

I am a person
Not some lifeless doll.
A person
With eyes and ears and janky limbs.
My own limbs
Which, in the way that limbs have done to us all,
Stand knobbly.
Stand not too small.
Stand wobbly,
Too shy to fall.

I am a person
As anyone can see.
A person
Who expresses and experiences and is all too real.
All too real
Which, I’m afraid you’ve not seen,
Makes it so I am not perceived
As I am.
Not who you want me to be.
Not a sir, not a ma’am,
A person, a person that is me.