Labels: The World's Filter

You’ve seen me around, of that I am sure.

At some point you’ve given me a label,

You’re intentions could have been pure.

But I feel like a show-horse in the stable.

Maybe you called me a geek or a nerd.

I won’t have an answer at the drop of a ball.

And if my opinions don’t follow the herd,

Well, then I’m considered a know-it-all.

Perhaps you think I am a bit overweight.

And from there, you assume I am lazy.

Maybe I’m too heavy to get the perfect date,

But to think I don’t work hard is just crazy.

A hero, a role-model, is that what you see?

It’s true for my little sister, that’s what she’d say.

Always doing the right thing, that’s the key.

But I can’t be perfect, especially not every day.

You might notice I don’t have a lot of money.

Being rich or poor shouldn’t set me apart.

I care about being kind, honest, and funny.

And what really matters- inside my heart.

You can see that I don’t use cosmetics.

I’ve been a “tomboy”since a young age.

It’s not that I love all of my genetics.

I just fall victim to the label cage.

All of these things might be true,

The real me includes quite a blend.

But I don’t want any labels from you.

If you call me anything, call me friend.

To answer the question I was asked,

I may never be perfect, thin, or royal.

But here I am, completely unmasked.

The one thing I’ll always be- is loyal.