Define Me J.R. Mollet If I were to ask you, How would you define me? What would you say. Would you look at me and define me by my appearance, Tell me that my hair is like the rolling sands of a beach, so I must be brainless Tell me that my teeth are uncharacteristic, so I must be anomalous Tell me that my face is young, like my body is frail, and tell me I must be inexperienced based on my age. Would you look at me and define me by my being, Tell me that my happiness, my fury, my pain, crinkles my face like tissue paper, Tell me that my soul is too much, it is too negative, too positive, Tell me that my existence in itself is too loud, it is too much for you to handle. You can not define me with judging eyes, You can not define