Identity


I am not a white.
I am not a black.
I am not of any tribe
or nation.
I am not a goat or sheep
but this particular creature,
nostrils flaring,
hallowed to selfhood
by briefest sensation.
My own musk and spoor
is not like yours.
My skin bristles with
the color of wind,
rain, mud and sunbeam.
This one quivering
solitary asymmetric
horn-racked ragged-edged
animal I am.
And my personhood
will not be immersed
in the herd.