The Innocence of Childhood 

When I was a little girl,

I used to believe in the fantasy realm.

I believed in fairies and unicorns,

Pixies and gnomes,

And spend hours reading about them,

Thinking their magic was real.

When I was a little girl,

I used to think my parents 

Played only the role of a mother or father,

Oblivious to the other lives they lived.

I thought their world revolved around me,

And they were only supposed to take care of me.

When I was a little girl,

I thought the whole world was a happy place,

Where everyone co-existed in peace,

Not knowing what feminism was,

Or about poverty and inequalities,

I thought everyone was equal and lived as one.

When I grew up,

I realized how naive I’d been,

Magic wasn’t real-

It was an escape from reality.

My parents had millions of other things to do-

Not just look after me.

People are the main cause of all problems-

We’re the reason peace doesn’t exist.