Innocence
- paris janai
- Apr 2, 2020
- 1 min read
i remember when my innocence wasn’t so innocent.
i remember allowing somebody to drop their burdens and demons off within me as if i was an open daycare during a heavy shift.
i was young... and innocent..
i was vulnerable... and innocent..
i was dumb, yet innocent.
basically i was innocent, with no sense.
no sense, because what if? what if my young innocent self had a young innocent infant with no cents or no change. yet i wanted to change.
i was stripped from my innocence by being clothes-less.
make it make sense.

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