Labels

the dry erase board was covered in notes
marketing ways of labeling others
ways of separating, dividing, and creating fear

are we all just soup cans
lined up on a grocery shelf
segregated by our outward devices
lacking what is seen by the heart?

please let me lose my paper label
torn with relief from my sides
pour me out and let me splatter
see the colors born inside

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