we are born

we are born
– the young
man being verbally
abused by his
mother on the
train is not the
girl being
questioned on the
sidewalk by her
social worker is not
the sweetheart in her
mother’s doting
arms is not the
boy learning to be
brave on his
own – we are
born unequal,
and even then,
none of it
is for certain

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