Unique

It is a myth for a person.

Persons are not fingertips

Billions of us cannot be unique

have unique smiles,

gestures,

grimaces

emotions

Unique is something you say to get the girl

some love to hear that

others immediately sus you out.

We are all the same.

There is individual beauty.

Physical and cultural diversity

We are like glasses of different shape

and colour

with a chip here

and a crack there

but what we carry inside is what connects us.

Someone let the tap run and filled us with the same substance

Only the human spirit is unique and that is a collective

It is mathematically impossible to look for it in you by excluding the whole

Once appreciating that you may understand

why some love you,

hate you,

cannot stand you,

want to be with you

and vise versa.