The Barbaric Yawp

The label continued to stay
Unless confronted with a triumph
Which was a rare case
I call this a pile of nothingness
For these labels don’t originate from
A stamp on a piece of paper
These labels are the willow warbler
They don’t stay at one place,
Nor do they ever seem to fade away.
These labels are faster than the wind
And deadlier than death itself.
Whether the victim be a pauper, a maid,
Or an alien;
Labels don’t discriminate.

So before you call
The passersby a name not theirs
Only for them to be laden with rue
Ask yourself
Which label are you?

-MYIESHA