Childhood Innocence

I remember when my world was new.

Sweet and whole and good.

Then I grew

But not much older

My eyes forced open

Made to see pain and indignity

My ears made to hear

The world’s slurs and suffering

Now that I am no longer made to hide

Try and pretend the world is fine

I don’t know what to do

Made to look adult

Still I feel a child.

But I stand and march and fight

For what I know is wrong

For what I know is right

The world is scary that I learned,

When my biggest concern should have been my toys.

Thouse I have put aside

I have taken up my banner

I lost my innocences

But not my will to fight.