Amidst the stack of license, social security, job, and (way too many) other applications we’ve been completing lately, I’ve made a discovery: Payam’s white! Really? Why hasn’t anyone informed the “sir, you’ve been randomly selected…” TSA staff?
Hmm… curious how people react to inane questions of the variety depicted above, I went online and came across an interesting site called Please mark only one.
And, I wrote this poem:
Form after form and always the same demand:
“Please mark one (and only one) box.”
Forget blood permeates bordered land
Blood permeates annoying checkboxes
Blood of our ancestors spilt across centuries and ages and pages of shared history
And still this obsession to categorize my, your, their blood?
Why?
After all, ashes to ashes and dust to dust
“Know ye not why We created you all from the same dust?“
Oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen, carbon
“Know ye not why We created you all from the same dust?”
I breathe atoms of you
Breathe atoms of we
Inhale molecules and matter
And particles scattered
Across borders and ages and find
Me in you in us in them and find
My people is you.
