Coming of age.
Everyday momma would take me to the window
she would sit me on her lap
reach across and open the curtains
Sweetie, What do you see?
I see children laughing momma
I see trees so high
their leaves look like they're caressing the sky
I see a new born baby opening its eyes for the first time
I see oceans, so beautiful they look endless
One day I may sail on them
the possibilities endless
And the sky, Oh the sky
so blue so innocent
But it's not always a pretty blue
sometimes it’s gray
sometimes I see children crying
starving, I see
famine momma and poverty
I see wars and blood
I see guns with bullets not meant to protect but to kill
I see innocent people dying
momma closed the curtains
And that day momma did the strangest thing
she hugged me and whispered
you’ve come of age
it’s time you knew the world isn't such a pretty place.
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wow...im speechless. pure depth