Innocent Babe In The Woods Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Innocent Babe In The Woods



I use to be that one choosing to pick,
Appropriate words to say.
As to avoid offending,
Those protecting their pretentiousness.
I had been told as I grew into a young man,
'Trust your gut and not make things up'.
So I let others believe I was quiet and shy.
But those who knew me best,
Came to know cards I held...
Were not closely held to my chest.
And I played this game until it became boring.

One day for whatever the reason,
I found I had stepped away from those safe places.
To erase from faces their expectations.
And not a moment have I spent since,
Believing I should convince anyone...
That a truth as I know it to be I will keep deceived.
Especially around those still portraying,
An innocent babe in the woods.
With it to comprehend as I know it understood,
Only wolves in sheep clothing...
Will continue to pretend to keep that done.

'I can't believe these days as so riddled with strife.
Confusion and conflict.
Can you? '

These days of 'disbelief'...
Are the same days that have escalated,
From the days you refuse to see them...
As days others had no choice but to live.
But you were yet to become affected.

'Oh my.
Aren't 'we' the bitter one.'

I use to be.
But I've stopped arguing with people like you,
Who told me my point of view had been negative.
And the only feeling I have is disgust,
That people like you have chosen to sleep through it.

'Oh I see.
Well I am sure others here will disagree,
With your severe assessment of me.'

Bug off Black Widow.
I'm already familiar with your disguises.

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