How God Labels Us

Would that we stamp these words On foreheads, as soon as an infant slides Through the open birth canal: White privileged Underprivileged Poor Rich Thug Fat Terrorist Hater Lover Etcetera etcetera O how innocent, and pure A sweet baby! God has only labeled us: Loved! When the world is churning in cyclonic fashion, When earthquakes threaten to tear us apart, Can we grab each other’s hands, and pull Them from the devilish hole? Who are our friends? Even their silent voice, Would raise an octave to kill The prejudice and hate spewing From all sides. When we are blessed enough, That God stretches us out, To give us a family and friends - From many rich heritages And colors, That we might feel! I also hurt when you pinch me - It leaves a horrendous bruise. The world spreads Its media butter on bread, And tries to disengage our hands. But my loved ones, my friends I won’t let go, I love you so!