He points them out
                                                 to me ~
                                     differences in mindsets,
                                 physical attributes.
                                         I see individuals,
                                    beautiful shades and variations.
                       He sees labels,
                                 names,
                         categories,
                                     everything in a cubby-hole.
                                To me,
                                    all the world is a
                                                compromise,
                                       an exercise at existence.
                                    Harmony is achievable.  
                               For him,
                                        it's a war,
                                    of theology,
                                        color,        
                                       psyches.
                               One I can never win.