The sign you see around my neck, or pinned upon my chest,
Does not reveal what’s really real, or demonstrate my best.
I’m so much more than that rectangle, there’s more to me than just your angle,
Seems everywhere I go you see, someone wants to pin on me.
A name tag, like a little flag, that marks the place around my face,
Where all can see, instantly,
what I am called,
But, not who I am called to be…me.