"It's a boy—David”

“It's a girl—Jane”

Who crowned you arbiter of identity?

In sterile rooms, with surgical precision

You stamp labels on fresh souls

Like cattle branded at dawn

A name—

An echo that follows through centuries

A shadow that never fades

A tattoo on destiny's skin

Your syllables chain me

To your expectations

I am not your porcelain dream

To be christened and shelved

I am storm-wind through canyon walls

Mercury between fingers

Starlight scattered across black water

Defying your definitions

Your names are paper cages

Tissue-thin promises of belonging

But I am wildfire

Consuming every label you offer

Watch me shed your chosen letters

Like autumn leaves in winter wind

I'll forge my own signature

In lightning strikes across night sky

For those who dare to name themselves:

Let your true name rise

Like smoke from ancient pyres

Let it taste of thunder

And speak of revolution

Choose well—

For a name chosen

Is a sword forged in soul-fire

A battle cry in darkness

An anthem of becoming