I was never ignorant of sex. Not once
in my life. I was innocent but not
in the way other children were.
Instead, I was innocent to the violence
inherent to my existence, like a loaded gun.
It hurt, but I didn’t know that.
I wonder what it would have been like.
To have known a world before. Maybe that would hurt too.
I died before I was born. I died without knowing
I had died. Exposed early should have meant inoculated.
Instead I was sick, with no idea how obvious it was.
You take the heavy feeling for granted,
thinking you're lucky. The sky is blue.
I think I’ve been bearing the weight of the sky
on my shoulders my entire life.
I want to learn what I already know.
Everyone else is growing up into who I already am.
It’s too late for me to learn what I already know.
i dont wanna look at myself in the mirror no more
cos i always look the same way i always did-
Like a child. Like a child that doesnt know it's a child.