You can take away
My name
My gender
Mute my voice
Or deafen me
To the truths and lies
But you can not
Steal away my
Courage
Because that's what I have
In abundance.
That's what is my
Identity
[P.S. : Because one of my closest friends asked me to write the situations which make me put this piece together, I'll be starting here. It's not just a few words describing courage and identity for me. Lately, I've been working with some differently abled and transgender friends, and have got to know about the humane qualities they possess, and the meaning of identity for them. Some are mute and deaf, others are transgenders and so on, but they don't always let themselves be defined by their external features, and they don't need to do too much to make us believe that these things are just a cover, but the real gift is the person that resides inside the cover. It doesn't affect them now, how they're perceived by others. Their courage speaks volumes when their throat doesn't make them speak, or when their bodily features confuse them of their gender. I was posting a picture with all of them on Instagram, and I put this as my caption. Later when I went through the post again, I realized that it made much more sense. Now it might make more sense to you too after reading this description.]
