The Middle

I stand in the middle .  
Confused by both sides.  
A tit for tat circus that divides us all.
I stand in the middle .  
As I watch our unity persish.  
To think we all are undoubtedly the same .  
But then be proven we have hills to climb .  
I stand in the middle.  
I wonder what the one thing will be to unify ?  
As my heart aches in knowing more will die in the process.  
We all bleed and die regardless of our outer shells.  
We all hope , some in secret a life after exists.  
There are no 2 sides in heaven.  
I stand in the middle.  
I support police , but despise brutality, and abuse of power .  
I support Black Lives Matter .  
I realize we are not equal until the hate dies.  
I don't believe in shutting our doors to hardworking people from other countries.  
I believe in deporting convicted violent offenders as would any other country.  
But not to the hardworking people pursuing the American Dream.
Just  as others did , and were instrumental to our success as a nation .  
No peace will ever come until we all meet in the middle.  
I speak for the ones who pull out their hair in rage seeing such obvious injustices.  
I speak for the ones who don't have to piggy back off others ideology to sound self important.  
The ones who are Truly awake.  
I stand in the middle.  
And I see nothing but madness on either side.