Tip of the iceberg, part of the picture
You never judge a book by its cover
Then why do you look at me with those eyes?
As if you can see right through my guise?
I am not only a woman, though I may walk like one.
I am not only an architect, though I may talk like one.
I am not only a runner, though I am part of the race.
Lost in the crowd, I am not another face.
I am not a sequel, though I am second in the series.
I am second to none, I am not a reprise.
I am what I am
I am all that you say, but I am also more
In this moment, for you I will not be what you want me to be,
Though I am that, there’s so much more about me.
Why must I conceal?
I refuse to wear your label,
Because I am not one, I am many.
I am Muslim, not because my name says I am.
I am Indian, not because my passport says I am.
I am a wanderer, though I am not lost.
I am a poet, though I am no Frost.
I maybe young, but I am old.
I will not do as I am told.
What I am, I am.
I am all that, and that much more.
In this moment, for you I will be what you want me to be,
For I am that, and there’s so much more about me.
Why must I reveal?
I will wear your label with pride,
You can’t handle knowing what’s really inside.