Author’s Note

This piece came from a lifelong feeling of distance – not just from place, but from the way people divide themselves.

It isn’t anti-country. It isn’t anti-culture. It’s anti-separation.

I’ve never understood how imaginary lines on maps can outweigh shared humanity. This poem is me saying plainly what I’ve felt for years: we are far more alike than we are different, and the borders we defend so fiercely don’t exist in our blood or our bones.

This isn’t rebellion for the sake of rebellion.
It’s clarity.

— Rowan Evans

Imaginary Lines
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I don’t feel
like I’m from here,
like I come from out
beyond the stars—
somewhere far,
lightyears beyond mars.

I watch and observe,
as humans continue
to act absurd.
It’s like they
don’t know how
to act.
Kind of like
they don’t know how
to treat each other.

Focused on imaginary lines,
barriers and borders.
With a—
if you’re not like me,
you’re the enemy
mentality.

When you bleed
it all looks the same.
Human is human.
The rest is costume.

No passport in the bloodstream.
No nation in the bone.

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