You tell the world who you are
in a million different ways.
Some are subtle, some are not.
But it doesn’t seem to matter:
this world has already got you pegged.
When you were born they put you in a little box,
and slapped a label on it.
So they could keep things organized,
and not have to think about what’s inside.
Over time you learn to make yourself comfortable
packaging your identity in different combinations
until you feel like you belong,
and can wear your labels proudly.
But there’s a part of you that never really found a home
rattling around in categories that couldn’t do you justice.



