Labeled.
Cast aside
Without even a second thought.
They already know
What you are
Just because they
Saw something,
Read some papers,
Saw a diagnosis,
Looked at your tattoos,
Your colored hair,
The clothes you wear...

Whatever it is,
They already know.
So what's the point?
Why even try
If it is always the same?

But that's not what He taught.
He hung out
With the likes of us.
The New Testament equivalent
To the punks,
The addicts,
The rejects.
The ones who have chosen
To let everyone know
We don't have it all together.
Rather than live
Pretending we are righteous,
We have taken on
All our flaws
And let them define us.

But really,
We are all the same.
We are all broken
All sinners
All unworthy of Love.
But in His eyes
All equal
And all precious.

Despite appearances
We are all the same.
All labeled
"Accepted"