'Don't put me in a box' by Levina de Bie-Vyner

I'm not a label 

I am not a word 

I cannot be contained

four walls, forwards backwards inwards 

different methods the meaning the same

skirts or trousers, hair short or long 

try to understand if you can 

different melodies still sing the same song 

don't put me in a box be it metal or wood 

be it naivety, lack of empathy or just misunderstood 

for these hands can bare the core leaving raw the web of words unsaid, leaving a mess of distress, dying then dead

fractured metal and torn wood make good work on the shackles on society, leaving behind the propriety of stolen lives

are your words condescending just pretending to hurt 

 or are you knowing ever -growing in the power that you spurt 

don't put me in a box 

for I am not a trend nor a statistic that you sadistically bend 

don't put me in a box 

for I'm not some money making machine 

knuckles bleeding needing friction with conviction to break apart these walls unseen

don't put me in a box nor any other constraints 

for I am love

for I am fear 

for I am pain 

don't put me in a box no matter how well hidden 

for I am free 

I am bright 

and I am infinite