From All Your Labels I am Free

Do you think I’m so supine

That I’ll allow you to define

My ‘identity’, as you term it,

As if I must obey your writ?

How foolish can you be, I ask,

Presuming that it is your task

To tell me who and what I am.

I won’t fall prey to your scam.

From all your labels I am free.

So what if you don't agree?

For me the identities you invent

I refuse to give them my consent.