Label Me Free
Faces of those around me,
Each has a different story,
A beginning, middle, and end,
And a perfectly integrated plot.
Yet, I am declared Faceless.
They don't see a story,
They don't see a face,
They choose to use a label.
They call me Epileptic,
They call me Freak,
They call me “Clinically Depressed”,
Because they choose to ignore my story.
They don't see a purpose,
In their lives or in mine,
They don't see a plot,
A beginning, middle, and end,
They choose to use a label instead.
Too bad, so sad,
They don't bother me.
I don't see their labels,
I still just see our stories.
I see our beauty, kindness, intelligence,
Our love, strength, joy,
Our peace, courage, loyalty,
Our creativity, determination, openness,
Our uniqueness, influence, integrity,
Our motivation, persistence, resilience,
Our righteousness, tenderness, sympathy,
I see the freedoms and possibilities within our storylines:
I see what I can overcome,
I see my opportunities,
I see limitations that I can surpass,
And I am thankful.
So if you label me, call me this:
Call me Happy,
Call me Grateful,
Call me Caring,
And, most importantly,
Call me Free.