I can not escape what I am,
for it is written all over me,
but I did not write it,
for it was burned into my flesh,
by a group of my peers,
they held me down,
while forcing upon me that word,
that word that so elegantly describes me,
for it has been what I am for so long,
I don't even know where that word stops and I begin,
I know of whom use that word to describe me,
for it is not just the people that don't know me,
but the ones that call themselve my friends,
and if you listen close enough,
they thinks its a joke to use that word to describe me,
but in truth it is no where near funny,
but if that is the word you want to desc