Tag: borders and identity

  • Author’s Note

    This piece comes from exhaustion—but not hopelessness.

    It’s easy to look at the world and believe division is inevitable. That conflict, violence, and separation are simply part of human nature.

    But I don’t think wanting better is naïve.

    I think giving up on each other is.

    This poem isn’t political in the traditional sense. It’s human. It’s about imagining a world where empathy matters more than borders, where people are seen as people before labels, flags, or geography.

    Maybe that kind of world feels distant.

    But every meaningful change once started as something people called unrealistic.

    Rowan Evans


    People from different countries standing together symbolizing unity beyond borders
    Maybe the world gets better when we stop thinking in terms of “us versus them.”

    No You and I, Only Us
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    I dream of a world—
    where there is no
    you and I,

    only us.

    I dream of a time
    when we can
    all come together
    and help one another.

    Where violence
    exists in history books—
    not classrooms.

    I dream of a world
    where borders
    are nothing but outlines,
    showing where
    someone is from—

    instead of bars
    on a cage.

    Some may say
    I’m delusional,

    but I say—
    it’s aspirational.

    I want better.

    I want better
    for me—
    for you—

    from America
    to Hong Kong,
    the United Kingdom
    to Singapore—

    from Mongolia
    to Libya,
    Afghanistan
    to the Philippines—

    I think
    we all deserve
    so much more.


    If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]

  • Author’s Note

    This piece came from a place of clarity more than frustration. For most of my life, I’ve felt disconnected from the borders around me – not in rebellion, but in recognition. My internal world has always felt wider than the map I was handed.

    Global Mind isn’t about rejecting where I’m from. It’s about understanding that home, for me, has never been strictly geographic. It’s something relational. Something resonant. A connection to people and cultures that feel aligned, not assigned.

    Sometimes the relief comes not from escaping – but from finally articulating what you’ve known all along.

    Rowan Evans


    A person standing on a city overlook at sunset, gazing toward a vast blended horizon symbolizing global identity and belonging beyond borders.
    Sometimes home isn’t a place.
    It’s a people. A connection. A resonance.

    Global Mind
    Poetry by Rowan Evans

    A global mind,
    trapped inside
    imaginary lines.
    These borders
    feel more like—
    shackles and chains.

    How do you
    push through
    when you—
    have always felt
    chained but unclaimed?

    Disconnected
    from the world
    around you.

    I feel like—
    I don’t belong
    and I never have.

    This place isn’t home to me.

    It’s emotional
    purgatory.
    Trapped in waiting.

    But you’re drawn to SEA—
    so you open your eyes
    to witness, the world
    in its vast existence.
    Stayed curious.
    Wanting to see
    every corner
    of every country.

    I want to understand.

    Now, I don’t know
    what the future holds.
    Or where I’ll finally
    put down roots,
    but I know when I
    finally find—home,
    it’ll be in the people
    around me. More than
    my surroundings.
    Because sometimes
    home isn’t a place.

    It’s a people.
    A vibe.

    A connection
    to a culture
    that resonates,
    in a way
    that your own
    never did.


    If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]