They put us in boxes
With each little box
Trying to fit
Like the square peg
You’re what?! You’re Jewish?!
And when we depart
And the last box that we will ever need to fill
From the moment we are born,
Simple enough,
But that’s just the start
We fragment
Exchanging complexities
For complacencies
In the round hole
A little more integrity
You’re what?! You’re Gay?!
You’re what?!
With yet another label
That doesn’t allow them to see the person
Beyond the fear in their eyes
There are still the forms to fill out
The labels to apply
The epitaph, to read aloud
For comfort, and consolation