When you label someone you put them in a box.
A child has to be innocent, a woman has to be perfect, a man has to be strong. All these labels that we have for everything and anything.
We hold on to them like they are our seeing eye dogs and we are the foolish blind. We let them carve our paths, telling us which roads to go down and which are seemingly blocked off.
You can tell a boy that he can never cry and yell at that same man when he shows no emotion.
As I walk down my own path, I lose the touch of my dog. You weep as you find out what your child knows, but in the end it becomes as insignificant as a whisper in a windstorm. Because all you care about is whether they tell their friends.
My dog is gone and I’m standing by myself with nowhere to go.
A woman has to be as perfect as the man she is with. You tell them to define themselves by the role that they are playing but act surprised and disgusted when you realize they have in fact taken to that part.
Labels are for the close-minded, the weak, the ones who are fine, always needing help to figure their characters, their roles, their parts. Because the strong, the hungry, the free don’t need to label because in the end they know exactly who they are.
A child has to be innocent, a woman has to be perfect, a man has to be strong. All these labels that we have for everything and anything.
We hold on to them like they are our seeing eye dogs and we are the foolish blind. We let them carve our paths, telling us which roads to go down and which are seemingly blocked off.
You can tell a boy that he can never cry and yell at that same man when he shows no emotion.
As I walk down my own path, I lose the touch of my dog. You weep as you find out what your child knows, but in the end it becomes as insignificant as a whisper in a windstorm. Because all you care about is whether they tell their friends.
My dog is gone and I’m standing by myself with nowhere to go.
A woman has to be as perfect as the man she is with. You tell them to define themselves by the role that they are playing but act surprised and disgusted when you realize they have in fact taken to that part.
Labels are for the close-minded, the weak, the ones who are fine, always needing help to figure their characters, their roles, their parts. Because the strong, the hungry, the free don’t need to label because in the end they know exactly who they are.
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