Naivety

You were born on the wrong side of the tracks.

Destined from your first wide eyed look at the world to be a nothing

when you had the potential to be everything.

My mother whispered about you in the ear of her friends and turned away but I stared.

I saw all the world's stars in your eyes and all the worlds bruises on your cheeks.

It was odd, because at this point I saw the world in full colors, vibrant tales of happiness and goodwill towards men danced in my thoughts. 

I saw a boy who's mother laid hands on him but not in the loving way I was used to. I didn't even know that was possible.

I saw the world as bright and warm and suddenly you made me realise that it's not. 

In true Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon fashion I started to see the bad everywhere. 

I noticed the bruises on their wrists before I noticed the soft crurve of their lips, I noticed the rain before the bow, I noticed the ruin before the love. 

You were born on the wrong side of the tracks, but I opened my eyes a little wider and saw past them.