Under it
A flag is fabric.
Until someone stands under it.
Then it becomes a line.
Not on a map.
In behavior.
When you stand under a flag, you’re not waving cloth.
You’re choosing alignment.
These are my people. This is the story I accept. These are the consequences I’ll carry.
A flag doesn’t create belonging.
It reveals it.
And once it’s visible,
it changes what’s expected of you.