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?

Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 2, 2007
Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

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  • Emancipation Planz (12/9/2007 7:53:00 PM)

    This rocks - where matter counts beyond ages of disrepair... thanks, am returning back from an excellent right! !

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  • Marvin Brato (12/5/2007 4:42:00 AM)

    A matter occupies space and has weight, man is a matter with feelings and intelligence! Nice piece, highest marks.

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  • Firoze Shakir Bollywoods Most Wanted Poet Of India (12/2/2007 11:57:00 AM)

    your best poem...10

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  • Raveendran . (12/2/2007 11:05:00 AM)

    I like the way you transform transperancy with skill

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