When shall I speak?
How loud?  How strong?
Label(er) anti-label
How long can this go on?

Like a traveler’s box
I wore them well and proud
With each wince, a question,
I cried out very loud.

I wore them; as you said;
Earned;
Shaken and stirred
as my own I put them on

Then look what happened

Dark matter presence
the one you know is there
it exists yet isn’t counted
among the grand affairs!

 

If I am raped
I am to blame
I ask help
I am weak

I get sick
I am making it up
I speak
I am demanding

I am a whiner
I am a b$%ch
I am a diva
I am a victim

I am a person
I am human
What is the point

What is in a label
If it separates you and me?

#workinprogress #freeverse #dailyprompt
What do you do when you get scared?  When the unknown feels insurmountable?
I reach in ink and charcoal dust.  I lay down my burdens to paper.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

via Daily Prompt: Label

lay down your burdens, 60" x 48", charcoal, ink, pigment, graphite, paper, ©CKS, 2013-14
lay down your burdens, 60″ x 48″, charcoal, ink, pigment, graphite, paper, ©CKS, 2013-14
Posted by:Connie Karleta Sales

artist, poet, educator, public speaker and thriver! Smiles and unpaved roads are the way I roll :D