This journey began just as any other
Born into the world from the innards of Mother
From what she recalled I did not cry much
Longing to explore, longing to touch
That of which was strange and new
Which most everything was, bar a few
This world in which we are thrust
Born with naivety and unconditional trust
To the ones who have come before
It is not until experience comes along
That we learn to fear and what is wrong.
Do not impose your prejudices on me.
I myself will decide if your views match with what I see.
Lest I be poisoned with your lies.
Through repetition we are fooled by our own eyes.
It is difficult when one is put on the spot.
But deep inside you know what you are and what you are not.
