Dividing Line

Dividing Line

I don’t want anymore labels. I just want to love people, and to be loved by people. I don’t want people to hurt each other, I don’t want us to hate one another. We create lines in the sand, and we forbid people to cross them. Most of the lines are completely arbitrary, and made only as a way to define others in order to contain them, or to keep them away because if they get to close then one might have to start thinking of them as human beings, with thoughts and feelings.
“They’re criminals,” “they’re socialists,” “they’re black,” “they’re gay,” we find all sorts of reasons to stop loving people, lots of ways to close off our hearts to people who desperately need more love, not less. We see those who are thirsty, and forbid them the water they need in which to live. Why? Like love, water can be freely given, because we have it in abundance. It is a renewable resource, too. Yet we hoard it like it could disappear at any moment.
We build walls, prison cells, fences, and we justify it with labels. I’m tired of walls, labels, and lines in the sand.

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