Common

I am not man or woman, i am the salt of the earth.
I am common.
From the tattered strings of my sneakers to the rough edges of my jeans.
I am common.
The sun shines on my hands the same as the person beside me.
I am common.
The wind whips my hair in it's restless way the same as it does my neighbor.
I am common.
My worries are like ladybugs in a field, small and only brilliant under close scrutiny.
I am common.
My smile is the light of my life not anyone else's.
I am common.
I am the cog that turns, the oil, the labor, and stress that keep a machine rolling.
I am common.