When I was five full of life innocence and lusture
My naive little brain had too many questions
How can she run with chains at her feet?
Why can't he buy the princess book that i read?
What was that scream i heard at night?
Why is there a bruise on your face at the right?
Why can I paint my nails pink and him not?
He looks so pretty in this dress so why not?
Why did he pull you by your hand in the dark?
Why can I shead tears in pain and him not?
They said I was too young
They said I was too naive
But was i ever wrong
To make things right?
- Pranaya
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Naive ?
PoetryThe world calls us naive when we try to question it's spectrum of "normal ". But it doesn't realise who is the actual naive one.
