Two Victims

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68371
United States
40° 47' 43.782" N, 97° 48' 24.786" W

You pass an invisible wall,
you begin to snicker and sneer
You judge me.
You make me your victim.

You cannot know where I’ve been
or what trials I have gone through
nor my joys.

And I do not know yours.

I cannot judge you back
though it would be so easy,
though I desperately want to.

You make me your victim,
but you were victims first,
although I cannot know to what.

This bonds us.

We are akin in this way,
victims to one another,
To prejudice, insecurity, pride
The list is infinite.

But we are victims, you and I.

This doesn’t make you easier to forgive,
nor me easier to like.
This does not cripple us,
Nor empower us.

Neither does this make us the same.

Those who say,
“We’re all the same”
are liars.

We are not all the same, you and I,
but we are also not all
different.

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