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 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,