Labeling

You labeled me But, not like the ingredients on a can, Where the contents no one can see But, instead like the contents on a box of bran. I wasn't like the pickles in a glass jar Where you can tell the dill from the sweet, You know what they are Before you sit down then choose and eat. I was labeled because what you saw And with it you didn't agree a bit, Was there an error and/ or a flaw I guess, I was labeled maybe because of my wit. You just labeled me Because of what you heard and saw which is sad, Maybe because of my color or my family tree Just as the Nazis would had. Randy L. McClave