I wrote this poem in frustration for today’s world of stereotyping and categorizing. It irritates me when people judge me before they get to know me, yet I subconsciously continue to judge others. Throughout the years, society has integrated the idea of judging others by their outward appearances, making it seem almost acceptable. Though it seems easier to categorize people, everyone is unique. No one can fit into neat little categories based on one aspect of their being. “I’m just a girl, waiting to be set free” refers to the binding power of stereotypes (7). Repeatedly being told you will never be good enough because of your gender or race, for example, greatly diminishes self-esteem. Stereotypes limit the power of hopes and dreams. I dedicate this poem to everyone who has ever been labeled. You are good enough.