I May Be

I May Be

I May Be ©

By Michael Casey

I may be old, fat and white

I may be black or any other colour

I may be very sexy and full of curves

I may even be a woman

I may be a man with a great jaw line

I may have a body women and men purr for

I may be Oriental and men lust after me

I may be Western and Cowboys want me

I may be tall, or too tall for doorways

I may have sexy curly red hair

I may have distinguished silver hair

I may have designer stubble

I may have a title

I may have lots of rich and powerful friends

I may be a sad loner with just a car for company

I may be educated I even may have written 12 books

I may be barely able to read

I may be quite spoken

I may scream and shout like a whore

There are many many may bees

I may even live in a wheel chair

I may be unable to leave my home

Everything and Anything May or May not  Happen

But one thing is certain, when you close your eyes we are all equal

You cannot judge in the dark

You cannot hate if you cannot hear

You cannot be uncomfortable if you cannot smell

You are isolated if all you have is fear and ignorance

If you take off the shades of stupidity

Then you can see clearly

A man in a chair is not an abstract thing

He could be you he could be me

A girl with a speech impediment is not stupid

Take time to talk to her to know her

Being a different colour is not a crime

Being fat is not a mortal sin

Supporting the Sharks or the Jets does not make you enemies

Ginger people are not the spawn of the Devil

Writers should not all be burnt at the Stake

Maybe Political Journalists

Sorry Politicians that line is removed

We are all people, and when we turn out the lights and make whoopee

We are one, then we forget all our differences

So next time you see all kinds of everything, black and white, young and old, fat or thin, healthy or sick, rich or poor. Why judge them harshly?

Because you should see them through others’ eyes, what if in the night God came and poured your soul into a beggar’s body. What if in the night you were suddenly white or black or Oriental. What if in the night you became a woman with a woman’s curves, would you respect women more. What if you became a man and had to shave and you always had sweaty feet.

Its only when you look through others eyes and touch with other’s souls that you become aware of how different we are. And yet we are all so very much the same. That guy in the chair may have been a sprinter once, don’t talk to the chair talk to the man within. That woman may be a PhD, don’t assume she’s a housewife just because she looks like a Fox News reporter with a very very bright dress.  What I’m saying is give everybody a chance a break, one day you’ll need a hand up don’t be arrogant in your health and wealth and beauty, or intelligence or humour.

You will always be surprised by what you learn by leaving your mind open, and leaving any prejudices behind, even be nice to Fox News reporters. Shepherd Smith is nice though, I hope he’ll appreciate it when he guests in my next novel, he turns down the chance of a Pulitzer Prize, in order to save 10,000s of bottles of vintage whisky.  

Though we are different we are the same, it’s always the spirit that matters, as I hope Shepherd Smith will agree.