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I-Dent-It-y

I am, though I didn't ask to be, A woman, a daughter, a sister, a mother. Born into these roles, and know no other; Even my name was given to me. We are, though we didn't ask to be, (We are born into these roles; we have no choice, Decided before birth when we had no voice) Members of a certain ethnicity. Now others are being forced onto we, Religious, which includes a certain militancy, Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Issai, are these our main identity? All entirely arb-it-rary. And where in all this is our humanity? This was not how it was meant to be.

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