I have a name, don’t you? I find that names are like labels, so I don’t use mine.
Do you agree?
I was labeled long ago, but it has yet to stop me.
Never questioning why I had to, but
gee I wish I had known enough to be asked in the first place.
Are you interested? Frightened? Don’t ask me to stop. I don’t like
when people tell me what to do
and neither do
you. We have this
and another thing we have in common is
mightily disliking being told we’re like another person.
Confused? I’ve been told I
am blunt, yes, but I
rather prefer to think I’m telling
everyone the truth.
Drabble, have I lied yet?