We Are The World: Where are the mothers?

WE are the world.

We ARE the world.

We are THE world.

We are the WORLD!

ALL of us. Together. United. Fighting. Together. Hand in hand.

Fighting our common foes:

Hate.

Apathy.

Division.

Strife.

Hunger.

Homelessness.

Since when, beloveds, is it permissible to disdain those who have no shelter?

WE are supposed to be their shelter.

WE are supposed to help them find home.

WE are supposed to extend food to the hungry.

WE are supposed to give water to he who is thirsty.

WE are supposed to clothe those without warmth.

WE are supposed to offer our shoulder.

WE are supposed to look after the elderly.

WE are supposed to look out for the infirm.

WE are supposed to give two hoots.

About ALL. Not just those who look and sound and believe as we do.

What happened to the mothers? In the past, a mom was a mom was a mom and she gave not two hoots what the child looked like, acted like or talked like. All moms used to see was the NEED. Not, the differences.

What’s worse, moms used to be the ones to champion the little ones to be different. Moms used to be the one to let the odd ones know they were not odd at all. Moms used to protect the weak. Now, it appears moms are not moms at all. They are women who simply look after their own. Giving no thought to those that do not look as them, that do not live where they live, that do not talk as they talk, that do not listen to what they listen to, that do not worship as they worship.

Woe to us all. ALL of us. For thinking that ANY of us were okay to be dismissed as not being good enough to live a good life, a life full of education, fresh fruits and vegetables, affordable housing, being able to walk down a street and dream of living in a nice home without being asked what we are doing there?

Enough!

Am calling on the moms. ALL the moms, to get on their needs, to lend their ears, to offer their shoulders, to make sure that each and every child has everything he/she/they need to thrive in this life.

Time is short.

Mom, where are you?

I need you.

a hurting child of color,

Cassandra

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