A poet I am not, but when you walked into the room, my knees buckled. Thankfully a chair was nearby, or I'd have surely fallen. You were incredible. All I ever wanted in a man. Tall, strong, and handsome. What more could one ask for? A Viking warrior come to life. My pulse quickened, my ears hummed.
- Runner-Up in We Have a Dream Challenge
Removing LabelsRunner-Up in We Have a Dream Challenge
As a society, America is too focused on labels. For some reason, we constantly find the need to classify ourselves and others into neat little categories. We like to strip one another of what makes us unique and instead look for a common denominator, as if we are numbers rather than people. We classify ourselves and others by race, religion, sexual orientation, income, political party, ethnicity… The list goes on and on.
The rain pelted the windshield in large, angry droplets too fast for the old Chevy’s wipers to keep pace. The full moon was barely visible through the clouds and even the impact from an occasional crack of lightning was minimized by the heavy rain. As a result, the only light in the car’s interior came from the dim glow of the dashboard clock. It was just after 2 AM and Beau felt a pang of unease.