Innocence

I see my unbroken self in children,

their eyes are forever tied to the world
and they will look at the sky with glory
they allot to the ground in the same breath,
their freedom hasn't learnt the biases
that instruction carries in its structures,
But the brain of a child is a fickle thing,
it knows to err without reproach,
the face does not know to fear itself
and therefore does not wear masks,
it will be years until its learning in sighs
and delicate praise and copper smiles,
and then many years to earn the right
to wear the nakedness that challenges
the world and its artifices to find God
in its innocence worn with deep cuts.