INNOCENT DAYS | A short story by Queerly Pen.

If you ask me the truest form of this word
Looking deeper into this wicked world
I'd tell you they were my days in the womb
And days I'd spend in the tomb

But there were still days I considered fitting
Days all I do was without worrying
When I was considered ignorant
Of both the worst and the best

When I wish I could hold the candle's light
And wanna take the food from the TV advert
They were days I made my first mistakes
Just because I was naive

They were days we threw stone to kill the chicks
And beat them dead with long stick
Because they peck our food with their mother hen
Not knowing we were killing the future Xmas chicken

Days when the head was considered blank
And any new thing we learn with all psyche
And all we wanna do is just learn
Without knowing the repercussion

Days when sweet things were happiness indication
And what made us sad and wail were punishments and cane
Those were days with zero complication
And what we worry about were only food and nutrition

Days when I had to break the TV screen
With a stick because of the pain
Making a young lad cry in the movie
Because I wanna hit the man and get for the kid revenge

Not knowing it was just playacting
And none was considered truly happening
Then I had to receive several lashes from Baba
Because we had no chance to view the TV the next second

They were days I was scared of my shadow
And cry and try to cut its head with a saw
Not knowing it was just a reflection of me
Until I learn my physics till wave

Those days I don't care of what's between my legs
And fling them around to any edge
Not until I started disallowing mom from taking my bath
And cover myself with wrappers and blanket

Those days I don't care about anyone but me
And nothing was great enough to cause me rue
When my dad laugh, I show my teeth
When my mom cries I join her with it

Days I detest anyone who scold me
And anyone who cares and pet, I love
For I never knew I'm prone to error
Days all I had in my skull was raw

Days I wanna copy whatever I see you do
And wanna say words after you
Just because I saw a new thing
Until Naked electric cable did me strong thing

They were days of our growing up against odds
When we eat with both hands.
And use both hands to watch our butt
When to our shoes we prefer bare foot

We were once at the innocent stage
We are result of the hands that parent us at that age
And how those first line mistakes were addressed
Were what I'd call our made or mold

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