Ask me what I see

And my reply might be negative

I don’t see in colour, be it hair, eyes or skin

I don’t see any superiority, in any given religion

when they all give faith and strength to those that believe

I don’t see identity as an issue, it’s a personal matter of choice

I don’t see ability or disability, just capability

I don’t see personal opinions as right or wrong, just different

I don’t see big or small, fat or thin, just individuals

I don’t see old or young, experience or inexperience

Just stages of life’s journey

Ask me what I see

I see a world full of continuums and spectrums

And all of us are on, each and every one of them

somewhere or other along the line

I see individuals not labels

I see uniqueness