22/03/2025
In the quiet dark, we are all the same—
hearts beating beneath the veil of silence,
no names, no borders, no lines drawn in dust.
We float, untouched by the world’s sharp edges,
souls unmarked by color or creed.
In the womb, we are equals,
fragile and whole,
woven from the same thread of life.
And so it should be beyond that sacred space—
each life deserving, each voice worthy,
each dream free to rise.
For how can we forget
we all began in the same small light?