They asked me to write
In a hundred words,
And I couldn't locate
What I wanted to say.
I cannot comprehend
Limitations,
Like I cannot
Comprehend
Labels to compress
Identity.
Do we have barcodes
Etched on our skins?
Perhaps, that's how
the world wants to read us.
In a mere hundred words,
That fall too short,
Because,
There is more to us than
What we wear upon our sleeves,
The concern or the control
That seeks to justify how
Clothes and being comfortable
In your own skin, can lead to trouble.
Underneath our skins, I believe,
There are no binaries.
YOU ARE READING
Mirage.
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