If you run with labels, you will fall. From an organizational perspective A label defines who, what, and where content goes. A wealthy mine of hierarchy Advanced for profit. A haven for marketers. For a person defined by a label They become an adjective Lost within a noun. I have been labeled, defined, and categorized And still the essence of me is lost. Some call me cute, petite, a Jew, A hippie, an entrepreneur, a mother, A divorcee, a writer, a vegetarian, an elder. Labeled I wonder if anyone sees me at all. For within these many names Lies a woman still young at heart, A person sensitive and wanting to be Loved. When color, gender, religion, age, size Dominates the vocabulary, Roles become one dimensional. Only the superficial exists. A label based on physical attributes Fades and distorts. From a writer's perspective I favor no labels. Instead, I prefer a string of verbs active, changing, filled with emotion. Moving inward versus outward labels based on acts of Kindness. Adhered to the heart with an open hand. These are feelers, the givers, The comforters. Within the fold of Kindness Rises the unique individuals Who cares less about what society thinks More of what one feels Rewarded by the betterment Of humanity.
