The River Flows Deep (a poem)
The river she flows deep tonight, her banks are overrun, washing away the heaviness, collapsing ’neath the flood.
The river she flows deep tonight, her banks are overrun, washing away the heaviness, collapsing ’neath the flood.
How much does one have to suffer before we accept them on our shores? Is their pain enough to satisfy us, the gatekeepers of freedom?
We sit in comfort and watch them there, from the safe repose of our easy chair.
When we marginalize someone, we marginalize everyone like them, and in doing so, create hardships for others who do not fit perceived standards and, in some cases, negatively affect even those who do.
(4,568 words)
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