Thursday, March 29, 2007

Tag your it - inspired by CJ

Sweating - pushing - grunting
Blood - embryonic fluids
Squeeze - squelch – gotcha!
It’s a boy!
Tagged and wrapped
Handed over
Feeding - crying - shitting
Observing - learning - growing
Clinging - climbing - standing
So early
He’s a fast learner
Playgroups - infants - junior school
He’s a loner
He’s helpful
He’s quiet but intelligent
Secondary - further - etc
More tags and labels
Music - style – clothing - attitude
Career choice - working ethic
Tagged and labelled
Partner - children - house - car
And so on
Labels to be read
Labels to be misread
And so on
Death
Tagged and boxed
Buried under a label

6 comments:

miss magic said...

wow! powerful poem.
it's true. we are all labelled (labeled??) and dissed, and we'll all be buried under a label.

Nathalie said...

Oh the need of the human mind to classify
trying to make sense of his world
to understand
to find the rules
of the universe
the infinitely big
and the infinitely small
and everything in between
with words, classifying words
words classified, all in order
they say the world

then comes the poet
he keeps the words
he needs them
he breathes with them
he loves them
but
in a different order

he grabs an armful of them
throws them in the air
and as they fall
just as he wanted them
they say the world
too

Jay said...

The most pervasive labels are not usually of our choosing. It's a bit depressing, really.

etain_lavena said...

My word In, this was so graffic...I am now for once at lost for word....how we fight to not be labels....how we fight to stand out. We actually in the end just fit in:(

Eleuktra Starsoft said...

I think it is because we're generalising, pattern-recognising monkeys, Inc.

It's what comes of being able to say "you" instead of "thee and thee and thee and thee", or "they" instead of "he and she and he and he and Simon".

It allows us to predict eclipses and commit genocide.

It allows the young to kid themselves that they are rebelling.

Inconsequential said...

lol, the pointless rebellion of youth :)
I remember it well...glorious days of misery and angst.




and look at me now...


oh well.