I hate labels
They're words we put on ourselves
To describe to others
Who we are
And how we got here
And yet
If someone really loves you
They don't care about the labels
They don't think of you
As that label
They think of you
As a person
A friend
Family, perhaps
Or just
Someone they love
And those people
Who look past your tables
Those people
Are the only ones worth knowing them
-Who you really are
YOU ARE READING
Persistence
Non-FictionA place where I can express myself and my feelings by way of poetry, letters, art, and anything else I can think of.
