Sunday, June 13, 2010

Labeled

Labels by April Gerard

Labeled.

Categories
and neatly
organized names.
They
mean not a thing.


But that's just it isn't it?
It means something.
Says so much about
us all.

Labels.

keep order,
keep places,
keep distances
and boundaries
between.


Labels..
we carry.

Used to define,
but given
the wrong nature
or inflexion,
they give
hate its power,
love its hurt,
and life its foe.

Labeled, we
are our own undoings.

5 comments:

Syd said...

Great poem. I don't like labels.

Opaque said...

Labels are fables! The instant one is labeled they are negated.

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pilgrimchick said...

This is a great theme--a very good point.

dianne said...

Lovely poem April dear, I don't like labels either, we are all of us made up of a mix of so many human successes and transgressions.
xoxox ♥