I have no reaction motors
I’ve never wanted to be a plane
And I have no “escamas” in my skin
Among other things I’m not a fish
I have no seats and I have no wheels
Because I’m not a bike
I have 3 dimensions
‘Cause I’m not a photograph
I have no cristal balls
I’m not a christmas tree
I paid for my color
Because I’m not a flower
I don’t want to walk among sewers
’Cause I’m not a rat
I don’t want to end up in the trash
‘Cause I’m not a simple can
I’m not a man or a woman
I’m just a person
I have no buttons to strip
Or organizational maps to program
I have no handles nor make din don
’cause I’m not a clock either
I have no control for syntonies
‘cause I’m not a radio
And I have no place for too may people
‘Cause I’m not a stadium
I’m not a man or a woman
I’m just a person