Who am I?
The colour of my skin?
or
The language I speak?
The way I eat my food
or
what I prefer to eat?
Who am I?
The woman who parties till 3?
or
The woman who meditates at 5?
The woman who goes on Tinder dates?
or
The woman who falls in love with fictional characters?
Who am I?
What codes will you decrypt?
What language will you learn?
Just to realise in the end that we can’t be deciphered.
The tags you put on us,
the labels you add,
we remove them like jewelry at night.
They don’t define us,
mere specs of coal and gold,
only to make us feel desolated and delighted.