Go Back
When I was little
And knew nothing much
About the world
There was only light
No bars of fear
No thorns of hate
Where I lived was a beautiful place
But later,
I know not why
And what eclipsed
That light in my heart
And how, through these years
Imaginary shackles around my wrist,
Cactuses around, and pricking
Appeared
But what I pray for is now
To go back
To those prejudice free, carefree days
When though tiny, seemingly helpless
Was when I was bravest
And stop time
That makes my limbs grow
And shrinks my heart
I want to go back
To
when I was little.
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