Unified Division

The world is divided

into sections.

Segregated sections.

We are divided.

We hate each other

and love eavh other.

Each "each other" 

different than the other.

Acceptance is impossible.

Unity is impossible.

We are the Divided States of America.

Not the United States of America. 

The one place that acceptance

is both praised and scorned.

We are the hypocrisy

that we say we aren't. 

We hate those who are

"different."

We hate those who are

"weird."

We hate those who are

"odd."

Well then.

Bring on the hate.

It can't be worse

than my own self-bred hate. 

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