Who Is A Person?

Who Is A Person? short poem

Photo by Randa Nichole

What is a person
Is he his emotions

The sound of his voice
Or the consequence of his choice

The wrong he has done
Or the poeple he love

Is he what his actions suggest him to be
Or is he only what your eyes see

He can be but a single anatomy
And that is the worst casuality

What we want him to be
Is how to us he seems

But what he really is gets concealed
And its his unvieling that leaves us irreparably aggrieved.

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