labels

when someone asks you
what you are like or what you like;
and you, with your sincere honesty
and childish disbelief in human error,
just open up and rip your chest
and say things you’re not supposed
to say because you’ve been so different
in all the ways; as though expecting people
to understand and then
they put a label A and B and C
on you; and you? what do you do?
what do you do with labels being
attached like that? carelessly from
people you thought were different
yet turned out just another human
trash unable to think or think for
themselves; what are you doing with
the labels such as that: A, B, C, or D?
i tell you what. you act as though
you take it; without extrapolating
any further, you say you take it.
but then, never ever think of
the person labeling you
as the same again. because why?