I’m okay with being me; with my flaws and my finesse
I do not need a label; I know that I am blessed
It’s not that I like uniformity or discredit the unique
You see I’m just content with whom I am, it doesn’t make me
weak
Perhaps we’re all too busy putting name tags on ourselves
That we lose our sense of person to find our place upon the
shelves
All packed up nice and neatly; the world will lead you to
your spot
To be tucked in with the primo where you soul might surely
rot
I think it’s just that simple; that yourself is fine indeed
So let us stop this nonsense and be happy being “me”
A poem by Gina Brown; inspired by those who love who they are and those who need to know they were made just right
