Whether it be the fingertips on one’s hand, The tongue and it’s infinite topography, Or the ring of colour encircling each pupil, No two are ever quite the same, Each crafted by some divine hand, To be the only of its kind.

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In our solitude there is loneliness, But in our collective there is a loneliness too, An inkling of knowledge that whispers in our ear, That we are a deviation from our neighbour. But this loneliness is not the worse of our experience, For it is in our differences that we bare some resemblance, Each so unlike each other, That in this novelty of uniqueness, We share in the sameness of that lonely.

Crazy that individuality is irony; A collection of things

That, when combined,
Always make someone different;

Though, none of those ‘things’ Are unique.

Genetically, individuality is merely 
A math problem:

Calculations, statistics, probability. The you that is You is possible

Chiefly because of the possible combinations
To pull from—

Combinations that are at once probable And Improbable; You

Couldn’t be anything else; you 
Are the only You that will ever be

That’s bananas! That’s what it is!

Crazy-talk! Hokum! Except, it’s true. 
The very thing that makes you You is 

The combination of four enzymes Acid, deoxyribonucleic acid:

Cytosine,
Guanine,

Adenine, Thymine.

Those, combined together, 
Create enough variation—

Through pairing rules, Glued by hydrogen bonds—

That there cannot be 
Another you… math headaches!

Consider, you are the Confluence of

Genetic 
Code—

Given from Ancestor

To Ancestor
To Ancestor—

Then to you. That seemingly simple

Combination of 
Twenty three pairs of 

G. A. T. C.

Must we all follow like sheep And do the same all others do? What if I’m still single At the age of thirty-two?

Finished school very late Got my first job at twenty-five And I was already thirty When I learned how to drive.

Is there really a pattern That we all have to follow? Job, marriage, then kids As if there was no tomorrow.

And if I’m quiet they’ll ask If there’s any problem with me I just don’t like speaking much It’s no disease, don’t you see?

What if some of us Aren’t meant to be in a flock? Everybody is in their journey No need to disdain and mock.

We’re free to choose our paths Don’t tell us what to do Society’s rules can be nasty But I don’t live according to you.

We all die alone We must love ourselves fully To find acceptance

Individuals Society is unique But we are all one

You must find yourself On this path we all must walk Love, Hope, Dream, Believe

Do not be afraid Of letting your light shine bright You are beautiful

We are all unique Find who you are meant to be We are all the same