A Child's Innocence

I envy the innocent child;

The child whose eyes sparkle,

Unhindered by the harsh, unforgiving world,

Dulled not by the words of others.

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The child whose skin is smooth and silken,

Not yet bloodied by violence and hatred,

Unbruised by the iron fist of fear and hunger.

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I envy going through life

Unhurried, unworried,

Laughing, crying, simply living,

The fear of judgment and ridicule unknown.

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I envy the innocence of children;

That they are able to walk through life

Hearts light, eyes bright,

Unburdened by the plague of adulthood.

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Yet, I also pity those same children.

For I know that one day

That innocence will fade

Those eyes will dull

That porcelain skin will be cut, bled, and bruised,

And a weight

Worth more than a thousand pounds

Will be placed on that child’s shoulders,

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Until they are no longer a child

And have succumbed to the cruel reality of our world.