Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Art of Label


From unknown brand, to popular demand
From positive thinking, to negative connotation
From taboo talk, to receptive secret
Label is a name the world calls

Could be the hero, could be the monster
Could be the criminal, could be the coward
The value of meaning, the price of nothing
Label is the role in our play

In the cover, in the collar
In the street, in the store
In people’s judge, in your heart
Label is glued in every action

The mark of past, the seal of memory
The level of pride, the tool of impression
The trapping image, the damn prejudice
Label is never everything you are

Submitted: Sunday, July 17, 2011
Edited: Monday, July 18, 2011
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