I am not a label.
I am strong. I am stable.
Don't label me.
I am not a piece of property.

I am not my mother.
I am not like any other.
I am me.
I am who i want to be.

I am myself.
Yes, I do need help.
Sometimes I cannot stand.
I am a strong woman.

I am who I am.
I can do what I can cram.
I am who God made me.
I am created perfectly.

Some people take comfort in labels
Finding which little box to fit in
Knowing just by a glance, by a hashtag, a stance
That others can see what's within
Some people rely on their labels
On things that tell them who they are
That simplify life into boxes of white
Scribbled meaning stuck onto their jar
Now some people, they run from all labels
Afraid that they hold them down  
And losing their minds to a few words and lines
In social adhesive are bound
See people forget that their labels
Are choices, not simply assigned
Meanings can change and symbols rearrange
By those by whom they were designed

So friend, take back charge of your labels
Because You create them in the end
And if labels align, well that would be fine,
But remember that you hold the pen.

|b.g.|

You are my star in the cloudy night,

My hope in every pain,

My beauty in every flaws,

My map when I am lost,

My strength in every struggle,

My words in every poetry,

You are my everything

*But what was I to you?

So tight, it would hurt, yet I let it be
Lured with words, blindly following commands,
I sigh in wonder, truly, what are we?

When someone would show interest in me,
again and again, you would hold my hand,
so tight, it would hurt, yet I let it be

When someone would ask about you and me,
confusion painted in your face, and then
I sigh in wonder, truly, what are we?

Got sick of playing mind games, let me be
cry silently, as I grip my own hand,
so tight, it would hurt, yet I let it be

Finally, you have the guts to ask me,
yet I stood still and threw the question back
I sigh in wonder, truly, what are we?

Genuine masochists, we both agree
I chose to walk away, yet you glomped me,
so tight, it would hurt, yet I let it be
I sigh in wonder, truly, what are we?

A love like this doesn't need a label.

A love like this just needs to be stable.

Directions

Maybe people who can’t tell directions have no directions in life.
Those same people end up being…
Some of them follow others path’s and a few of them make their own.
Why is it so hard trying to figure out your path, who you are and what you like.
Why is it that when people ask me questions, I hesitate with an answer.
hesitant at first because I want to please them. How about this; I don’t need your validation.
I don’t need your opinions or suggestions. I don’t care.
I really hate when people ask me those type of questions; as if they want to categorize me.
I’m not made to be put in a box. I won’t ever be.  Stop trying to label me or figure me out.
I’m everything I need to be.

I will  lay down my pen for the sake of "Love"!
I will let my papers long for that Ink... for that dance with my words!
I will take that pain to keep the pain away for those i care for!

Silly.....Crazy....Manic!

Better than a hurt or a pain that i won't live with....
Better than a label that... will...

Let you down!

Opportunity's comes and goes but does it go against my religion,

They saying you can't believe in that didn't know I needed your permission,

They say the only bars we get is in between them walls,

But they forgot that sooner or later every ceiling falls,

  Is it shatterproof or bulletproof either way they throwing shots,

Even if they ****** us they could still never fulfill these spots,
  
I only worship one man and I ain't gotta be a shamed,

He bought me in this world and I ain't gotta go untrained,  

Ain't no time to be  doubtful just grateful,

Walking the bridge  of faith and yet I'm stable,

Living up to these labels but how many are really facts,

Traveling these roads but how many  really carry maps,

Words of wisdom was written in the brain,

Wanna thank the lord wanna help humane,