Reflecting
Are not humans so amazing uniquely on their own
Especially the modest who make themselves less shown
For others to pass by them so they can all be seen
Check out all those people and where have they all been?
Backstage they have their workers and working hard their core
Main stage we have the famous greedily for more,
Supporters who applaud them to boost their vanity
Interesting-people brings diversity.
Though we would not know the difference if each were etched the same
Guess the modest will come forward if it were not for the vain,
Impossible the difference whilst one mingles with so many
To see them all the same is immoral and uncanny !
We label and we group them by age, name, sex and race
Look them in the eyes and judge them by their face,
We see those ones that are well off and those that aren’t as rich
The in-between, the common seen, the criminal, that witch.
Family all one blood and friends are close and few
Perceiving everyone and the person that I knew
Consider educated and deem the others dim
Then there are the sinners and those who never sin?
Yet I have never even met you- the one unrecognised
Though heard so much about you then I generalised,
The stranger, the foreigner… peculiar to me
The shadow merging from before, the one whose yet to be.
Hence I am confronted by the missing puzzle piece
For the person I don’t know my thoughts will never cease,
As I gaze my own reflection with a different kind of view
The curtain falls upon the past and all I ever knew.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2021
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