Jason J. Yu
Tears (Loss of Innocence)
Seeing her cry amidst a sea of people.
Watch her gaze out at the steeple.
To try and see if Jesus is with her.
But she bleeds inside as though all was lost.
A five year old in a world of black and white.
The color of night called racism still there.
As she weeps in a city without care.
Without anyone there to save her from sins.
As her innocence dwindles down to it's final skin.
Down to it's final threads until it's truly dead.
Exposed to beatings, not knowing what she is seeing.
Stuck believing that such behavior is normal.
And believes that she must know her place in society.
Where she adapts beliefs of false propriety in life.
Like a sponge she absorbs the horror of the 'traffic'.
The concept of no magic, and that the fairytale is dead.
And that this princess knows nothing of childhood.
But rather the bitter sorrows of the darkened morrow.
As she sits on a staircase, lit only by a streetlight.
She wonders why the visions she had seen,
Seem to be so disgustingly and imposingly menacing.
As she starts to cry with raindrops falling.
From the tip of the skies and the tips of her eyes,
She cries. Deep into the bitterness of the night.
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