Does my ethnicity or my race define me?
Not beyond the color of my skin and hair.
Does my place of birth or my parents define me?
Not beyond the surname I inherit and the language I speak.
Does the religion I am born onto define me?
Not beyond the festivals I celebrate and the way I will be cremated.
Does my gender or my age define me?
Not beyond the way I look and my biological functioning.
Does my education or my occupation define me?
Not beyond my standard of living and my bank balance.
Does my social circle or my political inclination define me?
Not beyond where I party and which party I want to see in power.
What can define me are the boundaries that I draw for myself.
If I limit my peripheries to where my people live,
If I limit my knowledge to the books written in my language,
If I limit my understanding of God to what my scripture says,
If I limit my dreams to what my sisters have already achieved,
If I limit my interests to what I already know,
If I limit my interactions to a closed set of like minded people,
Then, I let myself be defined.
I want to grow beyond my limits and defined boundaries.
Embracing people and places beyond.
Reading and understanding the literature beyond.
Knowing and experiencing the divine beyond.
Visualizing and achieving the dreams beyond.
Learning and unveiling the mysteries beyond.
Acquainting and accepting the people beyond.
To indulge in the beauty of everything beyond “the defined”.
 
 
 

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