Poem #28
Here’s your label maker
The one you can’t leave without
It gives you peace of mind, huh?
Everyone has title in your head
“Faggot, nigger, slut, cripple”
You need those words, don’t you?
Is it ignorance, or are you that ignorant?
Look in the mirror. Who the fuck are you?
You’re nothing worth labeling. At all.
