Cut me open first,
Carve a Y incision like we’re post- mortem
but remember, we’re still breathing, keep that in mind.
Here we are, our organs exposed to the same air, steaming slightly.
That’s a good sign.
If you look carefully, just there, that’s right, you can see my heart beating,
nestled behind its bone-cage.
Slide your fingers between,
touch it, go on, absorb its vitality, its strength, its determination.
Now feel yours.
It’s like we’re the same underneath.
Let’s stand side by side, let’s look in the mirror.
Ignore the blonde hair not black, ignore the skin of a darker hue, ignore the blue eyes versus brown
Stare deep within
See my lungs, intestines, maybe even my liver hidden at the back.
Give yourself the same scrutiny.
We’re the same, inside,
nothing much to separate us really.
We’re all blood, bone and guts in the end.
Hate me, and you’re hating yourself.
Such a waste.
Here’s my entry to this week’s prompt from A Dash of Sunny, where we are invited to write prose or poetry intended to dispel hatred. I’ve been pondering on this on and off all day, since my first thought was that I needed to write something light, cheerful and, well, sunny. The thing is, that’s not my metier (not right now, anyway). I inhabit the dark side mostly, and whilst I can write light, cheerful and sunny, it’s something that I need ot practice at. And at this end of the week, I feel rather drained!
Anyway, I took another approach – focusing on our similarities, highlighting that no matter what, we are all just humans underneath. But with a dark twist, of course. I hope you like it (or if not, perhaps appreciate it for what it is), I hope it fills the brief sufficiently well.
And as is my usual way, I encourage you to read the other entries and… take part yourself!