right or wrong,
each to his own
scratch
or scar,
misfortune.
the length or weight of
us is oddly
given.
the cells that allow
us to
do math, or write, or read.
our eyes,
blue or green.
some that see, while
others blind.
such a mishmash
of humanity.
spicy and bland.
each to his own
color
and shape,
a variety of sizes.
all of us bouncing along,
making our
way in life as best
we can.
falling asleep
at night to dream.
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