Hoarding Social Justice

People in power
hoard social justice
like gold
like there’s a finite supply,
as if I must go without
for you to have any.
 
There is power in withholding justice
the power of fear;
it stunts us and divides us,
a wedge pushing us
farther apart,
further from understanding.
 
But there is power, too, in love;
love that would sacrifice
and go without
to lift another.
 
What the hoarders don’t see,
can’t know,
buried away
in their bunkers of fear,
is that social justice
given away – shared –
always returns
in gratitude,
in love.
 
Love that expands
to fill gaps
and bind wounds,
to raise us all
 until we are equal
 (but not the same).

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