Humanity to Labels

When I first formed, I was nothing more than a clot of blood with a tiny heartbeat, a product of the fusion of two microbes. This beginning marked my entry into the broad classification of species known as “Humans.” As time progressed, certain physical attributes began to define me, placing me within the societal circle of “Gender.”

As I prepared to enter the world, more circles were drawn around me, ones of “Region,” “Religion,” “Caste,” and “Creed.” These labels were waiting to define and confine me in various ways.

Now, having grown older and wiser, the microbes within me yearn for a return to that broader identity of simply being “Human.” But the circles that were drawn around me have grown unbreakable, stifling, and so rigid that they suffocate, robbing me of my breath.

From a humble clot of life, a tiny heartbeat born,
Merged from two microbes, in humanity’s form.
Days unfolded gently, revealing nature’s plan,
Assigned a gender, part of nature’s grand span.

The world awaited eagerly, for my arrival’s grace,
To wrap me in circles, defining my place.
Regions, religions, castes, and creeds,
Labels and circles, like unyielding seeds.

Now, aged and wise, with a soul grown deep,
The microbes within yearn for a leap.
Back to the circle broad, where we all belong,
In the human fold, both vast and strong.

Yet, the circles cast around me, tough as they seem,
Have grown too rigid, like a stifling dream.
Unbreakable, unyielding, they constrict and bind,
Suffocating the spirit, leaving breath behind.

In these confines, I search for air,
Longing to shed these layers, so bare.
To breathe again in the circle wide,
Where just being human is enough, inside.