The Value of Lables

And so I ask of thee,

what the fuck is the value of labels?

Who’s to say that I’m a man,

that some days I don’t feel like a worthless stock animal,

or that some days I don’t shine steadily above every cloud like the sun?

Who’s to say that I lean left,

that I don’t own a gun,

that I don’t fear for my country?

Who’s to say what you are to me or I to you?

who gives this thing between us a name,

and so expectations like walls,

which we know will only crumble with time.

We can agree to avoid agreeance,

no names,

no love,

only lessons in learning to let go of it all.