Tell me nothing
that I should know.
Show me nothing
that I should see.
Make me nothing
that I can be.
Because I don’t understand
your rules, definitions or “logicality”.
Why should my skin color
be hyphenated with my nationality?
Why does there have to be a plan
or why is a woman lesser than a man?
Why should I believe in your history
if I wish to write my own story?
Why should I keep this name and wear that badge
when I wish to associate with no tags or tabs.
All I ask, is to let my soul be free
for I wasn’t born with fretters or a liability.
So don’t smother my soul with your chains and boundaries
Let me breathe, if just one breath, of unbridled relief.