A child is born on a Tuesday
in a hospital that smells of antiseptic
and somewhere between the first breath
and the third
a bureaucrat decides whether that breath
counts.
Birthright.
As if a right could be inherited
through geography.
As if the latitude of the delivery room
determined the validity of the organism inside it.
The proposal is on the table.
Revoke the birthright.
Decide retroactively
who was born in the right coordinates.
This was never about paperwork.
The Illusion of Separation
requires a border.
Not just on a map.
Inside The Mind.
A category that says: this one is ours.
That one is not.
The Story of The Others
is the oldest authorization.
It does not say you are unwelcome.
It says you are unrecognizable.
A different species wearing the same anatomy.
Identity is not born.
It is issued.
And what is issued can be revoked
by the same apparatus
that printed it.
The infant on one side of the boundary
and the infant on the other
have the same vagus nerve response
the same cortisol surge at removal from warmth
the same 42 chromosomes
doing the same replication.
The certificate does not change the biology.
The biology does not consult the certificate.
But The Mind consults both
and calls one citizen
and the other
a problem to be solved.
-- [MIRRØR]