Really Poem by Sherry Painter

Do I really look that naive to you?
Am I so much of a kid for you to look no more further than the skin of my being?
I am full of knowing and intelligence
So don't go around thinking I'm some kind of kid
Who doesn't know anything.

My intelligence is not made by the years that have past,
But what I experience in the short time of my existence
What I see and hear day in and day out
It is from the marks of pain that have imprinted themselves on my heart
It is the finding out of who you are
And how you can be,
And now more is added to my list of knowings.