The I In Me They Never Bothered With
They see my gender.
They see my color.
They see the clothes I wear.
But …
They want to know my ‘likes’.
They want to know my contacts.
They want to know my religion.
They want to know my income.
They want to know my sexual preference.
They want to know my political affiliation.
They want to know my citizenship.
They want to know my heritage.
They want to know my family and lineage.
They want to know my genetic code.
They want my body.
They want my soul.
They want my spirit.
They want my blood.
They want my conformity.
But …
They don’t want my mind.
And they never once even ask my name.