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Midas My name My claim to fame See I'm Waiting on a chain from a music mogul like the melanin filled money-makers sold out on the block Which is ironic cause now were selling on the block
Labels I am born to a family labeled Before I could walk Before I could talk I am labeled
Protest is a complicated word, defined as people making their voices heard. We are encouraged to protest for what we believe, however no one ever seems to concede. We are told to work together to make a change,
Let's turn the page I have a story to tell About being on stage And how I fell I'm attached to strings Yet I want to be free Everyone else sings While I wish to be me
Dear Future, My kidnapper, you sicken me! Hiding me in a room called my conscious. All I see is darkness. All I’ve ever seen is darkness.
Sick of the way my mind is because society told me how to be before I could find anything out for myself. Sick of being called names and tired of all of the labels that "don't mean shit"...
When you’re young, people always ask you,“What do you want to be when you grow up?”And now that I’m growing, my answer has changed,I don’t want to be a chef or a singer or an actor.
Labels. They can make you feel like you’re soaring above the clouds, Surrounded by birds of feather, whom together they flock, The breeze whisking through your plumage,
Porcelain Doll hidden between thorny leaves and puppet string on forgotten dusty shelf coerced beneath the Looking Glass Self – A torrent comprised of inveigle words - acceptance.
Cold hearts can crack warm hearts can burn the dumb are often wisest the outcasts are the kindest the lonely are the most loving the rich are the most lonely the smart are often clueless
Labels are a dangerous thing. It’s good to feel like the happy girl,
Label. A small piece of paper, Fabric, Plastic, Or similar material, Attached to an object, And giving information about it.
Why must we be identified by such names? I feel as though in our society, There are more names that project A negative idea towards us then positive ones. Beautiful Kind Wonderful
Thank you all for coming to Group tonight!My name is Griffin and I am……BlankNothingEmptyDevoidThese were what I thought.These were what I used to believe.These were what I was.
Afraid that there is a greater potential a box they give us to condition in if they do this long enough they believe that we'll be trapped trapped in a mindset that they control No hope No love
The night ends faster than we realize.
We never think twice about labels because at one point we forget that we are one. But you know the things they call you they’re just labels they don’t define you. When I was 11 years old I was first called ‘fat’
She has an adventurous heart, And so does he, Yet they both cannot see. They both have a mask on, And they can not see, That what they want, Is right infront of them
"If I was invincible Instead of invisable I would turn the tables Beacuse you made the labels That said I wasn't vision-able Like I'm hanging from a cable Because the world around ain't stable."
Dear best friend, Please stop liking my Facebook posts. We stopped being friends for a reason. I don't want you on my news feed. Please, don't get pissed. You were the one who ended it.
Am I the sum of my parts? Am I the sum of my interests? Am I the sum of what I have created? As time moves on I find myself turning to this idea
I'm not the brightest or the best I don't always pass every test Life throws my way But I don't let what other people say Bring me down I lift my head up
Tiny pieces of me are all you’ll get to see because society claims “flawless” is what I’m supposed to be so you’ll see my polished exterior you can bet you’ll see my strengths
I'd rather be a free, black sheep of a soul or stiffer than a piece of coal than be bound at the neck, wrist, and ankles by the chains of labels and stereotypes
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
When asked, "What is your name?" My response is also a question Why am I unsure--of the one title I've possessed since birth, How do I claim to know myself. If I still don't know what I'm called?
Who am I? If I say I don't see color, am I a racist? If I forget your sex, am I an asshole? If I tell you, I don't know your name but I still want to know more about you am I Denying your identity,
This is to the camera, that sees me as nothing but Delicate bones and pearly whites My essence captured through awkward captions and My worth measured by likes and heart bytes
Hi, my name is “what the hell are you doing?” I guess it’s my birth name, but not preferred My parents call me bastard It’s not the best nickname I’ve heard The cops call me a thug
A poem written for people who are tired of being labeled.
I demand change. In these twisted, damaging days. Where women are afraid to leave for work for fear of merciless rape Where people of color cannot receive a fair wage
What is “Flawless”? Like what does it mean? You don’t know, well here is a definition Flawless by definition means without any blemishes or imperfections; perfect Now tell me are you flawless?
Looking into the abyss What do I see? I see me Wearing my ugg boots And skinny jeans “I am pretty” I say “I am smart” I say “I am me” I say
Babe Dear Hun Love These are the names Of the ones That I love Stupid Sick Ugly Jerk These are the names I've been called All my life
Time after time people are labeled as things Words of hurt, words that crash dreams Because of how we look, not for what we be But ignoring them all makes me a happier me
Sick of this era’s categorization, overanalyzation, and hasty labeling of human beings. They label us all smoothing stickers over our names,
I am me. I have a passion for sports, but I am not a "jock". I love learning, but I am not a "nerd". I enjoy relaxing, but I am not "lazy". I wear baggy sweats, but I am not a "bum". I am me.
Wanting to show my kindness, intelligence, beauty But fear that my confidence will receive the labels of pride and conceit I'm just going to be honest Every inch of me is flawless Vulnerable, anxious
Camera, Camera on my phone. Filter away all my flaws, Surly I do lie, but beauty is key , Without filters, We shine flawless like gems, Now we see eye to lens, Simple beauty,no trends.
I'm not a "girl" That's not my label
I said i'm going to rise to the top of the mountain....wait wait wait... I said I'm going to rise to the top of the mountain. Stand on this stage declaring my Name,say. Because I am a king, ayee.
I'm not a bumper sticker gal. There's a little something in me that winces at the slogans and the white sticker cut-outs on the rear windows of an SUV. Why anyone would feel the need to advertise
I wear the mask that everyone wants to see, It changes constantly with every glance, Each one displaying different facets of who everyone sees me to be. Everyone has these masks we wear so willingly, some unknowingly.
To those with one label Family I never see But close as can be A standing title Such as a bible
People belittle others With hurtful words And damaging actions When they don’t look inwards. Skin deep Is how we think Of those we see While strolling down the street.
Our labels define us Mother, Father, Student, Nerd. Jock, Alcoholic,
Our labels define us Mother, Father, Student, Nerd. Jock, Alcoholic,
If I could change one thing
Words Swirling around us Filling our ears
that girl is dressed in black from her head down to her toe her name lost in a stereotype that some may call "emo" that boy who holds his lovers hand and smiles as he kisses his lips
A single glance, a sneer A single tear, remorse
does your name define you or do you describe your name say you were named Paula would you not act like a Lauren what is the meaning of naming everything is it to categorize
There are those that make the most asinine of assumptions Is willful ignorance funny? Who are those who quell their voices in the midst of rustling leaves and perceived as either mute or dumb?
Look at me, what do you see?
1. I am a princess. I am a mommy's girl Innocent and preppy and loved by my family. I am done with baby bottles, But only barely. I am still a child. 2. I am an Arizona girl.
You kill me with your labels, Your brands, your terms, your names. But I will rise above it, I am finished with your games. Don't write me down in history, By calling me this or that.
I am not African American, I am not Caucasian, I am not Asian, And I sure as hell am not other. I’m just human. But, where is that box I can check? The bubble I can circle in?
all this blood swishing in my veins keeps me awake all night. i don't want their assumptions about the girl with the mark by her mouth and the blossoms in her hair and the pollen on her lips.
What is a mistake if we along with everyone around us cannot learn and benefit from it? Too many of my family members, friends, teachers, this generation and ones before me have been effected by numerous heath issues such as: