i, Sharon, hereby declare that i am
under no duress to say or write,
in case way
on the things that are declared

for surely, it is i
who is a witness
that the indignant
become the dying,
the folded when once
it was a clean slate

and all those wrinkles get tucked
away, for it is ugly
are they not?

it is what they want,
they, how they use labels
when they are the ones
using a weapon
forged and made
within their hearts

… …
never mind all that,
for it is quite clear
how the story has begun,
how it has been told,
and they never once
defied the status quo.

it is clear as day
to what i must do,
to make this wrong right

to make the world
into a carving
yearned by all those little
hearts beating

across the oceans,
within here,
this sacred place
if it can be called that
but who needs labels?