Label Poem by Panda Eyes

Label



Yes claim us and label us
Put me us on offer until our shelf life is no more
And then we will gather dust
Like a forgotten jar in the back of your cupboard

I’m a toy, broken, but a toy none the less
Passed around from one owner to another
Because the space between my legs is a threat
What it threatens I dont know what
But the power it has over people
Men kill for it, they fight for it
And I need my label
So I can be put in my place
On the shelf where I belong
And there I will stay.

Saturday, April 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: society
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