“I hate labels”
I must have said that in a previous life.
Careful what you wish for.
Now I long to be pinned and defined
Categorized.
Please tell me who I am once and for all.
As it is I’m not one thing or another
Not human not mother
Not healthy not sick
Quick.Quick.Quick.
Before my blurred lines dissolve into nothing.
So I can stop longing for approval
From sources that never offer it
So go on. Put that sticker on.
Place me in a jar.
My ingredients on the back
At least then I can sit calmly on the shelf
Instead of loose as a lentil or a worse
A nut.
(C) Slumpless
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