218 x 116 cm Acrylic Paint, Acrylic and Indian Ink, Gesso and Glitter on Paper "TAG" (written in 2015) When I was a child I did not live in the wild My mother took care But there was something strange in the air I was made to feel different The gossip was persistent I did not know the reason Had there been a treason? I grew up with a secret nag And now I have a tag People judge me and it makes me sad One should not, it is bad I hate racism/snobbism It is a masked pessimism We are all the same There should be no shame