This poetry infused piece made me think of “labels” and the figurative gates we all have around us. US and THEM. Always arguing or defending our beliefs, our states, and who we are. But especially who we aren’t.
I am happy you found you way you.
But, there is indeed a sadness across it. When will the gates that separate these so similar people ever come down? And if with a child in hand which is supposed to be the most innocent trigger of compassion, we still get these dead eyes, then, what has the world become?
I see a bigger matter here. A dent, large and brutal. Between US and THEM.
And I don’t think we are taking the steps to mend this.