Identity

You are my enemy.

You are the sticky tag stuck to me

The world desire my brood to be unlike me

They say, “Be like this, be like that.”

And preferably “be like anybody else” accept you, Identity.

We abuse and even wipe out clans in your name.

We wrestle time and targets to achieve you.

In the making of you, Identity

we forfeit the seldom found happiness.

“All the world is a stage”

and you, Identity occupy the center instead of me.

A name deprived of clan

A gender not beleaguered

An appearance not judged

A sexuality, which is my right.

Exceptional, exceptionally ME.