#bewhoyouare
“What are you?” They genuinely ask
Time and time again and yet never ceasing to alarm me
My soul becomes invisible before them,
Skin too dark-too light, too yellow- too red-
Their gazes are chains that rip through my mysterious skin
Imprison me in assumptions
They lash at my skin and tear me away
Until I am nothing but whispers in the wind where I once walked
But I do not live to feed another’s curiosity
What am I?
I am the years of life lived
The steps taken by those who lived before me
I am the song they sing
But more than that I am human
Same as you
I do not wear myself like a name tag
If you must know-
If your questions are on the brink of exploding
Simply ask
“Who are you?”
❤️
