Labels
Am I a can?
They categorize me,
say it's what I am.
But I am not made of tin,
don't hold soup inside me.
And still they try,
to beat me down.
Still they want to group me, though I resist.
I don't want to be
part of their games.
Without their games,
we're just people.
All of us,
not cans.
Just poeple
who need no labels.
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