I am more than the sum of labels and roles, more than the neatly categorized boxes society assigns to me. I am not defined by my relationship status, my job, or my age. My sexuality and degree don’t encapsulate my essence, nor does my last name or appearance. I transcend these surface markers.
Instead, I am rusted thoughts, the accumulation of memories and musings that cling to the edges of my consciousness. I am a bloody tongue, tasting life’s bitter and sweet moments, speaking truths that sometimes leave a metallic tang in my mouth.

Every city I have breathed in lives within me—the bustling streets, the quiet parks, the hidden alleys. Each one imprints its unique rhythm on my soul. And every bedroom I have loved in holds echoes of passion, vulnerability, and whispered secrets.

My mind is a pile of words, stacked haphazardly like old books in a forgotten library. Twisted metaphors dance across the pages, revealing hidden connections between disparate ideas. My thoughts are both my sanctuary and my battleground, where I grapple with existence and seek meaning.

Actions define me too—the choices I make, the kindness I extend, the mistakes I learn from. Dreams weave through my nights, painting vivid landscapes of possibility. And in the quiet hours, I sketch my soul onto paper—drawings and poetry that capture fragments of my inner world.

So, yes, I am more than the labels. I am the symphony of experiences, emotions, and creativity that resides within. I am the uncharted territory, waiting to be explored, understood, and celebrated. 🙏🏾❤️

©️Beatriz Esmer