Put a label on me
Tell me what I believe
Stereo-typify me
Keep my thinking from free

I wore my honesty
Put it on my sleeve
I told you what I perceived
It’s not exactly P.C.

I came across as something
I’d never want to be
If I had one breath left
I’d hold it back
I’d keep it in
Just to shed this skin  

[I dislike political correctness in its many forms, and am always surprised when my free speech runs into the P.C. police – though I’m annoyed more by the knowledge that falling foul of the filter is, at the end of the day, my own fault. Mine and mine only. Yes, I said it. I’m sorry. But if I’d swallowed it down, wouldn’t I be disrespecting you more?]