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Labels~ a poem

If I was meant to be a clone

My face would look like hers

Calmness in the earth never inspires

The winds of change to stir

I kneel on my own two knees

Bow in the sugar of the shoreline

As I sleep on the island mackinaw

With the great lakes at my feet

I am certain of my

Beckoning call

Chorus:

So tell me,

Do you like your label?

Slapped on you like

Processed food

On the shelf

What I create has no label

For I am my own self

 ~~~~~~

I always played the part

Of supporting actress

For those who will never get what I do

Or believe in what I know is true

Many lights in the harbor serve to

Point me home

I lift my heart up, as slow as it beats

Who I am will not melt away

Even if no one should ever hear or see

Chorus:

So tell me,

Do you like your label?

Slapped on you like

Processed food

On the shelf

What I create has no label

For I am my own self

Bridge:

Raw and real is what you should digest

Organic notes are the best

In Simplicity is felicity

I believe in the things I sing

 

Thanks for reading and have a lovely Friday.

~lme