They scream at the superficial
not caring what you’re all about,
they only want to know your label,
how your binding fits on the shelf.
Though there’s a road you wish to tread
you’re easier to monitor if locked,
so they take away your freedom
and set you in a box.
Labels are a straightjacket,
self-expression with a zero sum,
and reducing you to less than human
is the label that says, “Unwelcome.”
©March 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne