I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve;
nor flags or shrouds to wrap my body
around, I’m not in the habit of that.
To state, intimidate, separate.
We’re delivered to the world free of all.
Original, unlike the sin. The layers of
conditioning pinned upon us, like rosettes
on a prize bull. One for each:
Country
Flag
Religion
Education
Politics
Add one for any other group. Disentangle
free thought from that. I wear only my colour:
permanence. On me there will be no icons,
no emblems, to dictate, to indicate.
I’m internal, not external. I won’t dress up
in all that weight. Teaching our children by
the randomness of birthplace who they are,
what they believe, where they belong.
Creating the division, the hate, the othering,
them not us. I prefer my uniforms from the
high street, worn lightly, shed easily, seasonal.
No imprint left on the soul. Chameleon-like.
Leaving something to:
Freedom
choice
discovery
conversation
imagination. Imagine that.