labels
Girl or boy?
Which is it
pick one,
careful!
Can't change your mind, you know
one
the other
(not both)
not right.
Not right.
Neither, both
(which is it?)
they're waiting.
It's their business, they said so.
Close your eyes
spin point stop!
Compromise isn't conclusive,
elusive isn't acceptable.
Can't make up your mind
(you don't know your mind)
no worries
they'll tell you
paper scraps in a hat, reach in
pick!
Choose!
Folded in your palm
new label,
sewn in your collar
tug it down, too warm
doesn't fit quite right.
Stamp on your forehead
ink, wet, running.
Labels
are for other people
to read
(and what if?)
(if I want it for myself?)
what you want
is what they want
sacred, desecrated
no secrets.
Loud
and proud
both or nothing.
Not yours to keep.
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