No More Categories !

Have you ever considered that
more than one answer may be true
like
Yes and No
and
Don't and Do ...

Have you ever thought someone can be
both good and bad
and happy and sad
and sane and mad
and a lot
and a tad ...

Or do you have to shove them in
a place
and put them in
a fixed-in space ..

well you cannot
do that to me
I will not be
what you say
I be

I will not be
either good or bad
or right or wrong
or happy or sad

I will be 
multi-faceted
me
So
Begone!
and
No more
Categories!

I will be whole
I will be Free
I will be natural
human
me

- S. Rose Ashcraft

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