There’s no use in railing
Against identity
As a measure of worth,
Privilege, suffering,
Entitlement, honor—
Even Jesus is just
Part of Identity
Among devout Christians
Preaching through latter days—
My faith in Jesus is,
One missionary tries
Explaining, a huge part
Of my identity.
Identity constructs
Identity these days,
An acknowledgement now
Spanning political
Spectra—identity
Is something that is made,
Not eternally fixed,
Not even for warriors
In the cultural clash
Over who is what sex.
Everyone must define
Whatever position
They mean to champion.
The missionary’s faith
Seems very real, and yet,
It’s also just a piece,
A huge part but a part,
Of an identity
That, like any other,
Is labeled, part by part.
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