Stripped Poem by Rashida Mack

If we strip it all away,
what's really in a name?
Who your mother or father is?
Where you were born?
And in what era you live?
What country, city or state in which you reside?
Where you lay your head?
What religion you practice?
What society you represent?
What kind of food you eat and how much?
If you are educated?
What uniform you wear?
And what of the ist's and ism's?
So what of the color of your skin, the color of your eyes, the shape of your nose, the texture of your hair?
And what difference does any of it make if all it does is divide?
What does it mean?
Is it really as simple as luck, chance or karma?
And what if you dare change the changeable?
Are you any more or less what you once were and are now?
What is it all for?
Order?
What bottom line is served?
Naked,
we are actually quite the same.