A Bittersweet Rise Of Naiveté
a troubled child wanders the streets
orphaned at birth, she knows nothing different
passers-by ignore her lonely tears
her gaze has never met the eyes of this world
while her identity remains,
she is not recognized
it’s hard not to wonder
how her voice goes unheard
for how long will her aimlessness intensify?
with a bittersweet rise of naiveté,
her existence drifts away
her name is faith
will you lend her a shoulder?
poem by Manny Negron
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