Humanity. Labels. Packages.

i wish we’ll select our actions
as we select our clothes.
i feel tired
trampling on nativism
or the dwarfism of wealth
or the irregular colour of my eyes
or the disbelief that unbelief
is part apostasy
or the race we run for posture sake.
humanity has so misplaced love
part crush, part grudge
there’s blemish and there’s blame
and there’s skirmish that is the same
we remember how to love
we just forget what it feels like.

leonell echa