Purely Innocent Talent Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Staring at intellect as it begins working it's interior
magic, seeing it arrive at conclusions and decisions
so instantaneously one moment to another.

Never any hesitation to be seen, either accepting or
rejecting every thought or opinion openly discussed
with me.

A unique way of living, a purely innocent talent, like
that of a child when very young, seeing through lies
and illusions throughout life.

Always being lied to because people would tell me things
then not remember what they said to me, yet I never for-
got a word they told me.

Being hurt by others because none of them understood what
it was that I was able to do, not knowing about my photo-
graphic memory, so they carried on like I would never
know or remember what it was they said to me.