Free to Be

I am not me.
I am someone much more graceful, beautiful, much more.
I am someone people want to be.
But I am only what they think they see.

If they wanted to know the truth,
They could really see.

If they wanted to see more than make believe,
They could see; beyond the costume, makeup, rehearsed emotion and dialogue I speak.

Look at the blood stains on my feet;
I didn't arrive here easily.

Think of the hours I've spent;
Working hard, no time for play or relaxation.

Look at the bruises that cover my arms and legs;
Then tell me of all the sports for men.

I am not me, I'm something much harder to be.
I am free.