in my

What fucks me up
is reading the news,
looking at the eyes of the criminal
or the oppressor
and recognizing the humanity

Which is probably why I stare at
the trees
immediately after

The condition that is within me
the person sitting across from
this wooden table
children , the past
the future

I’m not the only one who has thought
this
or have written a poem
like this one

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