Identification

To be identified by race or religion was not in favour.
The discrimination felt when young secluded thoughts.
Nor to be called by what was given; acceptable.

There has always been an air of haze
and nothing was reachable.
A way to escape was to reject all known guidelines
yet still adhere to chosen paths of unidentified.

Inner rejection welcomed physical oppression.
When silence was the chosen syllable,
gifts came in orders of expectation.

And when a word spoken with emotion,
the impact proved to be chaotic
for all reasons of confusion.

What is real?

No thing no soul stays.

What is it to fight for
when a persona is left behind
in the battlefield, bloody.