My favourite pastime
I must say
Is watching people
As they go by their way
And I find them like books
Stories I haven’t read
So I’ll assume all I can
And make mine instead
I’ll read the lines
Drawn upon their face
I’ll feel their worries
See the dreams they chase
I’ll admire their smile
How it personifies the rain
I’ll notice how their shiny eyes
Are synonymous to pain
I’ll weave around with words
A story to their name
But I’ve learned something irrevocable
Playing this game
People are multidimensional
More than just assumptions and labels
And we must remember this
As we fabricate our fables
Because no matter how many stories we write with ink
No matter how many stories we create in our brains
We will never be able to overwrite the one
Already written with the blood that flows in their veins.
“It’s possible that all labels are curses. Unless they on cleaning products. Because in my opinion, it’s not really a great idea to see people as one thing. Every person has a lot of ingredients to make them into what is always a one of a kind creation. We are imperfect genetic stews.”
– “Counting by 7s” by Holly Goldberg Sloan.
