Labels

With each one comes a carefully crafted blade

A blade possessed by a surgeon

It carefully glides across my skin changing who I am

Splitting cells that cry red

With each on comes the venom of a poisonous snake

They slither among a silver death trap

It’s tongue tethers up and down grasping the air

Speaking but tearing every bit of my personality

With each one comes a choice ripped from my hands

My fingers clinch around everything

Slowly the words pry those fingers

Until they slowly let go

With each one comes a cancer

It reeks of death and attachment

The cells intertwine around my heart

Until they slowly take over

With each one comes a chunk of lead

The perfect damage by a gunsmith

It rapidly twirls and rips everything in its way

Smashing the bone gristle and flesh that once stood

With each one comes a commercial

The explosive boom of a promise

Cautiously it speaks out to an audience,

Ready to bite every myth offered for sale

With each one comes red headed step child

The tool to hide all blame

Young but different unable to protect themself

Full of shame and resent

With each one comes a different person

Someone who is not me because

I cannot easily be defined by a simple  label

Because labels are for those who have no strength to defy each one