so, uh, just before you stick that there label on this, my shirt
perhaps you could do me a small favour first
maybe hold off on the label for just a moment
could you grab this piece of white policeman’s chalk
and carefully trace an outline
around my still and lifeless body
or, not so carefully, really
we just want to get the gist of who i might have been…
in fact, if you don’t mind humouring me for another moment
and pressing ‘pause’ on the label-adhering-to-the-shirt procedure
perhaps you can first assist me
in clambouring into this cardboard box that you brought
it looks like it might be quite the tight fit
and so i could sure use some assistance
to ensure that not a single part of me
body or clothing
and certainly no incandescent thought-bearing bubbles
might possibly be able to be seen
overlapping any of the corners or edges
once you have managed to close it ever so tightly around me
and taped me right up in there…
one more time, if i may be so bold
i know you’re in a rush
and you expected this whole write-and-rip-and-stick business
to be a whole lot more simple and routine and completely done by now…
but if i may
interject for a second
causing you to lay down your broadstrokes brush in surprise
and take particular notice of me
the person
the individual
the unique one that has certainly been affected
and informed and shaped and moulded
and influenced
by society
by my parents
by the school environment i was forcefully forced into and through and out of
the fallout from the colossal tug of war battle
between nature and nuture
echoing from my recently shaved head
through my still healing inner arm tattoo
all the way down to my shoe-forsaking feet
these feet may have been made for walking
but not so much for shoes, that’s for sure
can you see me?
do i exist yet?
are you struggling to find the right boxes to tick as you take this all in?
privilege-aware white heterosexual faith-filled male
forty one years of age, yet in many ways, still twenty-seven or thereabouts
“Keep up with me if you can, younger ones!”
introverted extrovert with subversive tendencies
poor? perhaps, when compared to you
yet excessively wealthy when compared to the millions of nameless ones around the world
who cannot afford in so many ways to be hooked up or plugged in or connected with,
in. this. specific. way.
and on and on the wheel turns
the hamster seems to be tiring, yet she labours on
while you appear to be hesitating
while i am done.
attach your label to me now if you please
and let’s move on with this charade
this little game we play
this binary interchanging of 1’s and 0’s
this tap tap tap on the button as the buzzer sounds once again
“i am choosing to hit the button of my own accord”
[of course you are!]
i am ready for you now
see how i bare my chest
waiting and
anticipating
the death blow from that sticky piece of paper you would have me display.
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