Read the Labels

Once you label me you negate me.” — Kirkegaard

Who are you, they ask?

I am born with a vagina. They call me a woman.

I am born in North America. They call me an American.

I grew up in farm land. They call me farmer.

I go to this church. They call me Christian.

I kiss a boy. They call me a hussy.

I kiss a girl. They call me perverted.

I kiss a turtle. They call me cute.

My skin is white. They call me racist.

I migrate to a city. They call me a liberal.

My grandmother’s grandmother is Little Turtle Tribe. They call me squaw.

I am a great cook. They call me chef.

I have children and grandchildren. They call me mother. They call me grandmother.

I guide youth. They call me teacher.

I work for a corporation. They call me successful.

I run a business. They call me entrepreneur.

I voice opinions. They call me a snowflake.

I voice opinions. They call me prophet.

I eat meat. They call me carnivore.

I eat plants. They call me vegetarian.

I eat no meat. They call me vegan.

I heal from my disease. They call me survivor.

I hide. They call me recluse.

I shout. They call me angry.

I wear a blue uniform. They call me pig.

I wear an orange robe. They call me enlightened.

I live on planet Earth. You call me earthling.

You eat meat. You call me food.

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