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The Children’s Way

We forget the days of

Our ambiguous bodies.

Young frames, stretching

Away from the weight of gravity.

We were aware of neither

Death nor life,

Thus words of dislike

Would not yet cling to us,

Like labels.

We were too young.

Too unaware of the words

They said.

If only, for our mind’s sake,

We were children still.

Still unaware of these bodies.

Of their words.

Of this gravity.

Of the dislikes of men and women.

Of the death we speak to ourselves.

O – To be in this body

And not feel the weight of it.

How I long for the days,

Of living the children’s way.

 

  • Victoria Angelique