You do not know me,

not really,

you hold my health, my life, in your hands,

yet you do not see me,

not all of me.

I am they,

to you I am: woman, lady, female,

my being is more expansive than you could ever dream,

a tick-box could not contain me,

not all of me.

I am scribbled notes,

database,

I am human when necessary,

parts of me will be examined

still,

not all of me.

I am every person,

I am no one,

I am gender and genderless,

body, soul, mind,

surreal, divine, ordinary,

these words could never explain me,

not all of me.

I do not share myself with you,

my being is not mine,

it is created through others,

I do not own myself,

not all of me.

I am patient,

survivor,

they,

a tick-box could never contain me,

a hundred boxes would not dare,

You do not know me,

not all of me.