There is a person there. An entire person, a real person, full of personality, awed by their own wonders, fixated on its own likes, contentious of its own dislikes and ample definition designed by their own choices, their own opinions, their own concerns, their own imagination, their own favorites, their own wants, their own needs, their own attitudes, their own experiences, fights and resistance that you do not care to know. There is a person there. A person in need of compassion, a person deserving of dignity, a person whom others respect, a person full of life tried and true dedicated to all those who genuinely care that they are indeed a person. There is a person there. Inadequately defined by the minds of others who have used them for their own purposes, neglected them for their own power, hid behind them for their own protection and expect to be respected by that person. There is a person there, an entire person there, obvious to anyone who has eyes, uses them to see the truth, extends their own humanity, contends with them as such and remains in and of themselves the heavens greatest creation, a person. A person capable of understanding that there is indeed a person there. A person just like them, born of flesh and blood, dependent on air to breathe, in need of acceptance by other people as they are themselves, a person. There is a person there full of its own humanity both afraid and unafraid that once upon a time realized its humanity and its duty to others as such. Aware of its consistent strength, knowledgeable of its own frailty. There is a person there. Yes,there is a human person there.
