Is a human being.
It feels as though a label
Is less an observation of who we are
And more a limiting projection
Of who we are always going to be.
They can help us make sense of our
How best we serve each other
And know what to expect
From one another.
They also hurt. Terribly.
Often feeling like they are just
Other people’s estimates of us
Forcibly shoved over our shoulders
Like ill-fitting clothes.
Even the idea of them
Can feel mechanical,
And even objectifying,
Perhaps because it’s difficult to comprehend
A definitive and decisive way of quantifying
The multifaceted complexity
Made in the image of God.