Names burden us.
They mark who we are.
They measure our value to
other people.
We hold our names dear,
as if they might escape.
They are the key in which
unlocks us as humans.
So distinctly human,
names are.
We pride ourselves in the
names we give,
and the names we receive.
So, tell me, stranger,
what am I,
if I am nameless?
Am I nothing?
Am I no one?
Do I lack the humanity
that seems to come in
possession of a name?
Or am I the opposite?
Am I everything, because I
have no label to burden me?
