Is it okay to be unique?
Is it okay to be different from blond and blue?
To have a shade of skin in between?
Labels, Labels.

We say we’re past them,
“We know better”
We do?
Labels, Labels.

Are we past putting people in a box,
Far away from the rest of us?
“Nerd” “Jock” “Blonde”
Labels, Labels.

“Some are good”
Are they though?
Do you want to be put in a box?
Labeled “She’s Blonde.”
As if that explains every action, every thought, every choice.
What is the relation between hair and the brain?
Ethnicity and grades?
Labels, Labels.

When did we fall for stereotypes?
When did we associate a certain race with certain thoughts?

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