The Consequence of Innocence

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He was big and loud

Like a thunderstorm

And I was new.

Fragile and empty

I lived in shadows

Of unattainable perfection and epic glory

Constantly reminded of my purpose

To obey

To conform

To serve.

Born a slave to religion and fear

I wept often from the rewards of failure

Bruises and solitary confinement

Making me stronger, he claimed.

But resentful and bitter

I became a rebel

And a burden

An embarrassment

A liability.

So I was shipped off and tucked away

Categorized and institutionalized

A statistic

A nobody

Lost and alone

Amongst the other social rejects

Soon to become family

Eventually escaping

With tales of embellished adversity

And fictitious and miraculous triumphs

Into the wilds of urban entrepreneurialism I go

Out of the fire

And into the belly of the beast

Consumed by necessity

Devoured by pride

Led by the other lost souls

On a path to nowhere fast

God was my father now

Still distant

Still loud.

I soon became invisible like He.

I soon became free.

Who’d have guessed such a fee?


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