Irony of Identity
Poetry
“It’s the One Thread that
binds all my people together”.
Emboldened only by one
another’s validation they speak,
“This is us — harbingers of peace
and love, and that is
you — one twisted soul.
Dare you not mock us,
Neither do you us defy, and if-
you even so much as disagree,
There will remain only us.
These people are all I have,
I will fight and die for them,
don’t you see?
This Thread is all that I’ll ever be.
For I am selfless,
there was never a Me.”
A mob huddled together,
Shivering with fear, I see.
What are you so proud of?
The religion you grew up with,
Or the one that you chose?
That language you speak? Or the
ever-changing political boundaries?
For the hurt that the other causes,
only rises from within us.
Hang ourselves with frail Threads,
over the Hateful Red Abyss.
we smile at each other,
For a helping hand when the
Thread inevitably breaks.
“I am unlike them, I do not
hold onto the values of the mob.
But run from responsibilities-
one simply cannot.
For I AM a Mother,
I AM a Father, a Brother
and whatnot. Daren’t you
hurt My darling loved ones.
I AM a woman, AM a man!
Speak no wicked of my gender!
I AM the Owner of this body,
Do not do me body shame!
As a Human I was born,
The epitome of intelligence I AM,
Don’t compare me,
to the lesser life forms.”
To that I’ll say, some identities,
we cannot help but have,
but when a mind is free,
to Identities we won’t ourselves attach.
For only then,
will the Red Abyss disperse,
and we’ll find footing,
on Blissful Land.
