Labels carry pre-fabricated outlines
Artificially created identity designs
Making humans into plastic molds
To be judged, valued, and disposed
Labels strip away our names
Leaving mannequins in our place
Labels can be ignored for a time
But never banished from our mind
I carry each label I’ve heard
Wishing to know myself beyond those words
What if I made labels for myself
Kind words and everything else erased
I wouldn’t be the pre-judged being
Maybe, at last, in your eyes I’d be seen
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