"Labels"
Starched
Stuck
Plastered
On
To the
Very bones
Of us

Reach deep in
Scrub till clean
Purge the
Hearts
Of labels

Keep others
Class at mind

Labels crush us
But we can cleanse them

"Mud and Quicksand"
With washed hands
We roll
And muddy
The ones
We call "lesser"

Down in the muddy watering hole

We bathe in mud
Stab right through
But now it's time to change

Help others
High up the mountain
Grab a rope
Or a helping hand
Stand up for others
Pull them out of
The Quicksand

Here are two quick poems I wrote about standing up for others and such.

~FlyandFall