What I See in the Little Boy

What I See in the Little Boy

- March 08, 2017

I saw a small naked boy

Running down the street

Not minding how many eyes that stares

Though he had nothing on

Yet he was clothed in innocence

I wondered where he hurried too

And I wish I was small again

Having nothing to worry about

Growing up for many is a curse

A sentence into the jail of struggle

Hands are festered in the chains of fears

Legs manacled in the bound of uncertainty

And we wondered where our innocence had gone.

© Olatuja Oloyede