-human-
-Daily Poetry #19, February 16, 2017-
Word: Human
As
soon as
I was born,
a label was
thrown on my forehead.
The world had planned it out,
I was just another doll
in this vast world's society.
Straight, Christian, Gay, Agnostic, loveless,
What label would they throw on me this time?
A nerd, a cheerleader, a nobody,
why do I question where I belong?
Is it because of the label?
Reaching up, I rip off the
thing that won't define me.
I am nothing but
HUMAN, for I
am alive,
and still
here.
I
can feel
emotion;
love, hate, and I
am still happy here.
I see the world through eyes
that may be worn, but still shine.
Bright colours, sun and rain, I see
a world where I am just a HUMAN.
And nothing but my near future matters.
Black, white, Native American, labels
don't matter when everyone's alike.
It's a future I would look towards,
where everyone can express
themselves freely and smile.
If humanity
is what we are,
we will make
our own
love.
Copyright © Frisk Carris | Year Posted 2017
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