All Nonfiction Bullying Books Academic Author Interviews Celebrity interviews College Articles College Essays Educator of the Year Heroes Interviews Memoir Personal Experience Sports Travel & CultureAll Opinions Bullying Current Events / Politics Discrimination Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking Entertainment / Celebrities Environment Love / Relationships Movies / Music / TV Pop Culture / Trends School / College Social Issues / Civics Spirituality / Religion Sports / Hobbies
- Summer Guide
- College Guide
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Personal Experience
- Travel & Culture
- Current Events / Politics
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
- Community Service
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
Labels Are For Records and Soup Cans
All throughout life, I've lived as the rejected,
Seen only as sad, pathetic, and dejected.
Characterized as stupid, pitiful, or even deranged,
Once given that label, 'tis rarely able to be changed.
Labels are for records, or even just on a soup can,
Not meant to be applied to each of our fellow man.
If given a label, it should be for the content within,
Not for some exterior characteristics that are given.
However, if labeled through such logical ways,
These would constantly change as the mind itself sways.
A way such as this, would not seem so logical at all,
And this labeling system, well, it would eventually fall.
So, why label? Why judge?
Why cause others to bear some awful grudge?
Is it for the sick sense of satisfaction?
Or is it simply an automatic reaction?