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Denel Kessler Jul 2017
**** the witch
hogtied to this
thin-skinned wagon
packed with privilege
call me wicked
if it makes it easier
view my plight
as one of my own making
I should have done
as I was told

Brand me traitor
as dust obscures
this timeworn scene
I know what it means
to be a whole divided
drawn and quartered
dragged to all four corners
left for buzzards
along the walled
deserted borders

scattered limbs
seeking unity
I reach for what’s mine
only to find
healing hands
too tightly praying
too busy manufacturing
high ground
in this time
of righteousness


Label me other
as I diverge
light the skies
with fireworks red
belt patriot songs
I will not mouth
empty words
to an anthem
I no longer
believe in
As an American, I can't begin to express how sorry I am.  Hang in there with us, this has to be a passing thing...
<3
lex Jul 2017
I don't know
how I feel.

It's hard
to put a label
on what
I don't know.

So, I'll remain here
sitting
contemplating
and
crying

all over you.
If you label yourself as misery
How are you going to see divinity
The one that surrounds you
And grows blew around you

It doesn't matter what they think
You are you and that's all that you need
Under the sheets you will find love
Not today but one day who may knows

It will be magical as fairytales
As those with dragons, fire and long tails
As those with princesses, crowns and broken hearts
But darling don't worry happy ending has it part.

Witches, ogres and phantoms you'll find
But remember young warrior
Don't you dare to go blind
In the face of despair
Which don't build you up
But leaves you instead

Once you find it, attach to it
And don't let it go
Many are lucky to obtain it
Few to remain with it

Don't let the witch fool you
Love exits and is waiting for you
Just don't pressure it
It will come along you'll see

Don't let the ogre trick you
Love is not how he painted it
Is pure, is divine and amazingly true
Is not how he painted of that you can be sure

Phantom said you don't deserve it
But what he knows if what he is
Is the lonely phantom you always see
Seeking and taking away love from every heart
His filthy hands are able to reach

Don't be afraid of expressing your love
You may be confuse now
But it is worth it love is all you need
It doesn't come in one side or one color

Love comes in many varieties
I dare it doesn't have color at all
And it just there to surprise us more
Just wait and everything will come along the way
Mary Beazer Apr 2017
Sometimes I wonder what we really need to do.
Do we try to be successful?
Or "Go with The Flow Type"?
What do we do?
People say be yourself,
But what is yourself?
Geeky,
Popular,
Weird,
Sporty?
Why do we have these Labels?
Why?
Thank you For reading!
Nora Mar 2017
I am no girl
Nor boy, nor child
To squeeze my being
Into labels
Is not my style
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