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