Do you really think it’s all that different?
Do you really think you’re different?
You want to rise above but you can’t let go of your addiction to separate
You’re tall, not short
You’re quiet, not loud
You’re thin, not fat
You’re city, not country
You’re blue, not white
You’re the victim not the perp
As you decide, then check and recheck the river’s edge eroded a little more
As you carefully crafted your identity through clothes, music, and hairstyles, the ice caps delivered a few more gallons into the sea
When you incessantly picked your own scabs, pushed your own tears, and needled your own body, the rain forest smoldered a little longer
As you kept drawing the lines and differentiating between rich and poor, educated and non, worthy, or not, the mountain caps released more millennia snow
While you keep drilling down on definitions of generations, of color, of identity and of preference, the divide continues to grow
The haves, they have not
The kind nor the evil
The either and or: what you hope to explain, no one is listening for
The earth still turns, rotates, and twists. The rivers still flow to the ocean their inhabitants twitch and blink with burning eyes
We, me, they, us, you, them
Identify, classify, and check off another day
Indemnify
No explanation needed