Do Not Label Me

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soulgifts - Telling Tales

I may be

Black or white or yellow

Or any shades between

Do not label me

*

I may be

Hetero or metro or gay

Or any shades between

Do not label me

I  may be

young or old or adult

or any shades between

Do not label me

*

I may be

Muslim or Christian or Agnostic

or any shades between

Do not label me

I may be

many shades of differentness

Underneath that label

whatever it may be

I am just like you

and you and you

*

Labels tend to

stick and stay

And leave a sticky mess

so

 hard

to remove

So best

not to

 label me  at all

Just call me

by

my

name

*

and add an

adjective or two

if there be a need

to describe

something

more

that

paints a picture

of my

essence

© Raili Tanska

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Being born with a love for stories and storytelling is both a gift and a curse. I talked early, hanging on every word, especially if the subject seemed intense, secretive, or perplexing.

I stayed in trouble through my childhood for repeating word for word a story I wasn’t necessarily supposed to have been privy to.

My superior language skills, and commanding demeanor ensured that the tales went to the worst possible person, like my first-grade teacher, Miss Davis, “My mama said she wouldn’t take her sick dog to Dr. Davis.”

My little speech didn’t endear either me or my mother to Miss Davis. I felt she was quite rude at her retort. “Well! You can just tell your mama my daddy is a fine doctor!”

Returning home with the whole story, I was surprised to find my report to Miss Davis hadn’t won me any points with Mother, either.

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