I often think: where is the line, Lead, like whitewash, That border, that scorch* that has divided us forever into those who have locked themselves in the closet, Where they passionately scold the West And love symbols in the form of “z”, - And those who are not locked there? Having scrolled through a couple of dozen feeds, Now I’ll hit without aiming: The secondary sign is resentment, The primary sign is inferiority.