Identity?
social security please.
Fingerprint to appease.
Identification card at least.
Passport to be released
We’re just numbers to them
“oh please”
If they take away our identity,
We’ll be nobody..
“But what about us physically?”
Nope, they won’t have authority.
We’re only somebody,
If they have supremacy.
Identity?
Just another tally.
Our Body, Mind and Spirit?
That represents our individuality.
Our body is the sanctuary
To our immunity.
Our mind is the intellectuality,
We bring to this reality.
Our spirituality
Has no capacity.
These are the singularities
That make us extraordinary.
About the Creator
Jacinda Almonte
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