March 23, 2010
What I can't see,
can't hurt me.
I'm told to look away
nothing more she has to say

My young eyes are shielded,
retaining their innocence
I am not curious
I hold tightly to my childishness

I am childish
I fear the unknown
I hold my mother's hand
safe from the wicked and the d---ed

I'm told to look away,
since what I can't see,
can't hurt me.
So what is burning my eyes?

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