Just like roots

When someone said to write on the paper if I was female or male, I wrote "genderfluid" instead.

When a guy in my class talked about how disgusting gay people were, I kissed a girl on the mouth in front of him.

When the random person in the hallway talked disgusted about people who were different, I gave them a twenty pages essay about diversity, all written in the brightest colors of the rainbow.

When they said "women belong in the kitchen", I showed them how good I could work with knifes.

When my teacher said I couldn't always be who I wanted to, I stood in front of the class and taught them instead.

Their words were hateful and heartless. They threw them at me like rocks, but I caught them instead of letting them hit me.

I caught them and I twisted and  twirled and transformed them into something new, something meaningful, something that shows the beauty of our world.

You cannot fit me into a box, for I will break its walls.

You cannot put me into a category, for I will break its boundaries.

You cannot define me with just one word, for I will give it a new meaning.

Just like roots break through the sidewalk, I will break through your words, over and over again.