So who am I?
Where do I belong?

Do I belong anywhere?

I suspect that you think you know.
It's so easy,
match me with a stereotype,
pop me in a pigeon hole
- a lowly pigeon hole.
STIG-MA-TISE me!

I am what you define me,
with your clothes that fit
and your upward mobility.
You make it that way.
I comply, I'm made that way.

But, how you define me defines you.
In stigmatising, you fashion yourself.
We are entwined,
two lives, three lives, four lives, everyone's lives.
Your judgement is what places us.

But, I know, I know that I am.
I breathe, I suffer, I smile (sometimes)
.....and I grow.

And in growing I free myself.

So will you also set me free?

Or am I forever destined to be what is in your head?