My eyes are to see the orange leaves of autumn
My mind to imagine the charming smile of an unborn child
My hands to experience plucking fresh green leafs from my neighbor’s garden
My ears to hear the chirping birds and singing humans
My nose to sustain nostalgia from the smell of forgotten books
My smile to encourage those around me
And, of course, I exist to see the beauty in all, not to criticize the perfection of all that exists.
Equality 7-2521 would agree
If
we all had the same faces,
had similar hair,
thought similar thoughts,
learned similar things,
had similar goals,
had similar favorite things
And had similar bodies
I wouldn’t want to live.
Perhaps this is too radical of a thought
And maybe it wouldn’t even be “that bad”
Yet, each day that passes we’re inching closer and
closer to conformity with our hard-earned capitals stretched out towards any hand that promises similarity.
