The soft-eyed distinction

The truth of the mind

This summons attention

We know they are no mono-kind

 

My son makes alive the dance

My daughter charming on the beat

But they say my wife is barren

We are dead-mad to conceive that we conceived

 

We know we made seeds in ageful past

Behold our two grandchildren

The girl is insane

The gent is insanely sane

 

Clap! Scream!

We are diffrent

We are unique!

We are individuals!

 

Shame! We don't see what we say.

We are classified individuals

At least that is how we are seen by individuals

Seeing is drawn from that classification

 

The individuals we are

Caged in a box

Radiant in semblance

Deepen the glance!