My Human Identity
I am a social construct.
Word upon word like blood.
Image upon image like flesh.
A technicolour film
Of places and stories
I have lived through.
I am walking, breathing memory.
Frame by frame repository
Of history’s collective thoughts
In my seemingly separate cranium.
I walk this Earth for a slice of time,
Oxidizing change with my cellular breath.
I am a biological reaction,
An evolutionary specimen of higher order thinking,
Passing on my essence to future gametes,
New versions of me
Projecting holograms in the future.
I am a social construct.
I belong where memory shapes me
In that space where I have put my feet down
To create meaning.