What is it like
To be nameless
Is it as if you were faceless?
What is a title but a proclamation
A proclamation
Of who you are.
Is it your position?
Your soul?
Who is that?
Who is that over there?
Is it John?
Or is it Michael?
It is untitled
What are they like?
What DO they like?
What is their religion?
Their culture?
Their ethnicity?
No one knows
And no one cares
For in this world
You are untitled
And you are invisible
In a sea of untitleds
