I was born into this skin before I chose to be born
I was born into this body that the world decided to interpret
Before I could speak, they had already labeled me
Before I could walk, they already knew my path was mapped out
They gave me a script along with my name
A way of being that already came with my last name
But the body isn't destiny it's just the starting point
What I do with it is what decides my life
I didn't choose the flesh I chose what it carries
I didn't choose the ruler, but I choose how I live
Circumstances aren't a sentence they're the ground I walk on
My body is history, but I write what hasn't been written yet
Flesh that no one chose but the story is mine
Flesh that no one chose I'm the one who charts the course
I am not just what they gave me
I am what I do with what they gave me
They wanted to fit me into a ready-made form
A plaster mold where difference doesn't count
But every body carries a silent war
Between what they imposed and what we dare to do
Circumstances don't erase choice they're the material
All freedom is born from uneven ground
I ask no forgiveness for occupying this space
My body is territory, and I decide its path
I didn't choose this flesh, I chose what it carries
I didn't choose the ruler, but I choose how I resist
Circumstances aren't a sentence they're the ground I walk on
My body is history, but I write what hasn't been written yet
Flesh that no one chose but the story is mine
Flesh that no one chose I'm the one who charts the course
I'm not just what they gave me
I'm what I do with what they gave me
This body
Is a battlefield
And I
Am the one who decides the war
You look at my skin and think you already know everything
But the surface doesn't reveal what lies inside, deep down
I'm not a victim of what I was born with
I'm the author of the answer even with an adverse script
Flesh that no one chose but the story is mine
Flesh that no one chose I'm the one who charts the course
I'm not just what they gave me
I am what I make of what they gave me
The flesh is the starting point