Innocent Except for Me

You are the exception,

The spectacularly divine,

Innocence, permeates

through wailing cries,

bursting ear drums,

proclaiming, and

assuming life,

drawing breath,

that sweet air.

Before the indoctrination,

unaware of absolute condemnation,

forced to adaptation,

more foreign than a space station,

thrusted into dislocation,

you are the only innocent generation.

You are pure, unaware, unassuming,

bright rays of sunshine on a midsummer's eve,

a tiny seed, through which

a glorious tree will sprout

Infinite possibility,

demarks your arrival,

from now on anything CAN happen,

and anything MAY happen

except for me,

not, that was not for me,

my heritage was not life,

my inheritance was blame,

how can a sapling grow,

with out water to feed it,

without the nurturing of the sun,

without ample space to grow,

how can it succeed, when it is peppered by hail,

subjected to drought,

stomped on and berated,

it is a failed cultivation.

my spectacular entrance, my first act, in this play

was the death of my mother,

and for that this little babe will never be innocent.