Uloia Norris Moore - A Matter

Of where it is that we
are from why?

Does it matter where it is
we are from?

It matters what we say
it seems to provoke such loud
disdainful screams
from many whom wish to walk
the unknown know not why.

Transparency opened up
wide to see
the real person inside
whom all so can bleed
be they you, them or me.

Eaton alive from the fear inside
is all some do see.

No future in such fear.

Is this the future
of all Children?

Uloia Norris Moore

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