I was born placed in several bottles.
Sometimes, one inside the other.
One of them is the nationality bottle
In that bottle is another,
The ethnicity bottle,
And several others.
Don’t let me start here.
I seek to tear them down.
To break out of these bottles.
For I believe I am much more.
Much more than a set of labels.
Much more than that within which I reside.
society won’t let me.
My mind, conditioned, will not let me.
It fails me.
I see not beyond its boundaries.
I see not beyond the walls of these containers.
So here I stand,
I fear I might drown here.
Like so many before me.
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