My Road

I am not your number.

While you were busy looking down adding another digit to your chart, I  was also charting. I was charting my path on a road diverged in the wood. I took to the shadows. I faced my truths. I empowered my existence. You see, I  was once your number, but I am not anymore.

When my cries rang out in search of a mother's arms and that cry went unanswered, I  was your number then.

When my fear carried me in search of a father's protection and that fear went uncomforted, I was your number then.

When my body went searching for another's love and that search created life, I was your number then.

My road of your statistics, marked by bias and judgement, would have led to an impoverished life. But, I am not your number.

I  am traveling the road less traveled, unmarked by your statistics. Now that you have found me on my road, I smile at your bias eyes and give a fulfilled f*** you to your judgement.

I am walking in the light of my truth empowered by my existence.

I am not your number. I am no one's number.