In the mirror’s gaze, I see a face,
Not bound by labels or defined by space.
A spectrum of colors, a myriad of hues,
Each shade a part of me, each one true.

Society’s boxes, so rigid and tight,
Try to confine me, dimming my light.
But in my heart, a fire burns bright,
To embrace who I am, to claim my right.

The path is winding, the journey long,
But in my soul, I hear a song.
Of freedom and truth, of love and grace,
A melody that time cannot erase.

So here I stand, proud and free,
A unique blend of he, she, and me.
For in my essence, I finally see,
The beauty of my true identity.