For a moment, shed your reputation,

Shed your social consciousness

And your paranoia

And see me for who I really am:

 

I am not a socialite.

I am not a nerd.

Nor am I a dedicated athlete

Or any amalgam

Of the dripping colors of 

Labels that I could be –

Labels that I defy.

 

I ask you to shed those labels.

And you will see that we are all parallel.

All billions of us,

Motioning through an ephemeral life

Have no time for restrictions,

And so I say to shed them –

Release them with a juicy rumor,

Snipe them down with an intergalactic gun,

Dash them into the depths of a touchdown zone–

Relinquish all fetters that chain you,

And suddenly we are all just people.

 

I am a girl.

But more importantly than that,

I am human,

And that title implies

A camaraderie

With all those around me,

An unspoken agreement

To be the best

Who we can be.

 

And if you can see that,

Then humanity’s collective future

Is as iridescent as my eyes are

When they stare into

The white, never-ending

Sun.