Me And My Reflexive Identity

Rotating the cosmos, pursuing me,

Or turning me to the cosmos?

I was misplaced beyond those regulations;

Which were made by elderly hierarchies,

As chain of demand and pecking orders.

A sightless amenable is not my niche,

I am following to single out ‘I’,

My responsible and reflective identity,

To cuddle and cradle my human culture.

This new identity is appearing, arising,

Performing in her own practical manner,

Involving being her, experiencing her own

Way of life, existence, and spirit.

She sees rivers, mountains, and oceans,

Brighter, blazing and beaming,

Wide awake is that united memorial tower,

New identity, new culture;

Which is just, human culture.