Today’s post is a poem I wrote after meeting several of the most delightful human beings I ever have been blessed to be around. They had plenty of identity… That which they chose. All of us have a choice. Why is it or should it be left to how we are born rather than to who we innately feel we are. Why do we ignore that which is on the inside in order to be what is on the outside? Steven Hawking always comes to mind when I think about someone who identifies by who they are not what they are. His strength through ALS inspired me to preservere while I was injured and contemplating suicide to release myself from the pain. Two favorite quotes from him are:

“I have noticed, even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.” 

 “Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change.”

I truly believe people adapt in their own way. We need to be less judgmental of it and let people identify where they will. Or accept people for who they are not what they are. Not to say we cannot question their motives or question as an attempt to understand it, but it is known that we cannot change another only ourselves. If the control we have is change within ourselves, why not change our perspective on others rather than try to force them into the mold of what we would like to see or believe? 

Without further ado:

Unidentified 

by: Roxanne Birth Nelson
I was born unable to see,

and without a gender identity.

My plain Barbie/Ken doll crotch 

gave me a blank space to botch.

And being without the awareness of the color of any skin,

I never had to argue or pick a side of what I thought about another’s melanin.

The “rule” books say it’s karma that caused me to be blind.

I say it’s been a blessing, I can leave that surface junk behind.

Was I so awful in my past life I got an extra “bit”?

To have gonads AND ovaries? Oh God, what humor, what wit!

You see ⬅️(how lucky), how it is to be me,

Of all your chains and stigmas, I’m free! 

I may have a tone to my flesh indeed, 

But fighting about it I have no need.

And for those of you battling sexual intent,

Imagine how blessed a world that needn’t repent.

You blame your belief on high philosophy,

But you trash our connectedness ignorantly.

If you close your eyes and ears and nose, and just embrace the facts;

You’ll notice we’re all one the same. 

It’s relating to IDENTITY where compassion truly lacks.