A line undefined

There's a line between boy and man.
Not a line on the face or a furrow in the hand.

The sides are divided but only thinly so,
borders knocked down by what you do and know.

This kind of line is found only in the heart
And not in any graph, book, or chart.

You work, strive, and sweat. You see?
Then step over the line of men to be.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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