My religion decides where my feet goes
My skin colour decides my friends and foes
My soul is caged, it no longer has a choice; somewhere it never had.
When did I decide where I was to be born?
Love wrapped my soul, my body was formed.
It grew in days, it grew in time,
It grew in communities that I made mine.
My soul has been wrapped in love since,
It’s my body that got a name and a tag of religion within.
Before I could let my body embrace my soul,
My future was decided; whether it was to rise or to fall.
I ask again, when did I decide where I was to be born?