Not Classified - Poem by Erika Peace
Not classified by the amount of love i give, but by the heart that's giving it.
Love is not a four letter word you let slip off the tip of your tongue.
It's felt and something you scream off the top of your lungs.
I choose not to be defined by a magazine or from words of the wise genuwine ' what's in those jeans'.
I'm not a piece of paper you flip to or pick out from a pile type A stereotypes, type B hypocrites, and type C critics throw around.
Not classified because i choose not to be subjected to all the demeaning and degrading things we live around.
'cause i can't be viewed as an ad waiting for response of rejection or acception.
I want to be seen in my own reflection so distant from past perception...
'cause i want to lift the light from the worlds aggression.
And spread love with the next lesson.
Not classified because i don't give satisfaction to those undeserving.
cause i live life and i keep purging the unneeded consequences i face after criticism.
Not classified because i'm classified by my own means.
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