366 Poems: July 29th, 2016

Nameless

I find it funny that I used to be afraid to laugh

and sad that I used to be afraid to smile.

Or afraid to have fun,

or afraid to have friends.

I find it interesting that I used to think I needed a label:

a simple explanation of who I was

like a name,

a clique,

a four-letter acronym.

But I have come to see that I was always right.

Titles are limiting.

Names tell lies.

And if I’m going to spend years not letting myself grow

and then realize what I lost,

why would you call me anything less

than my laugh,

my smile,

my words?

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