Best Poems Written by Ayesha Heble

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.

Copyright © Ayesha Heble | Year Posted 2021