The Rape of Innocence
Once when I was young and naïve
I had some innocence
Until I started attending school
And then my head hurt from
all the things I learned
So, I hide alone in my little room
And I cried
Feeling totally misunderstood
(Monday through Friday)
Wait your turn
Sit up straight
File in line
Raise your hand
That’s how the lessons began
The teachers piqued and probed my brain
Until it broke through my thick skin
Thus, I was no longer a Virgin
So, I cry
(yeah, I cried)
Because, now,
We are all just alike
Like fabric, it starts
With a single thread
Thus, I grew away from innocence
until it was dead
so the lessons spin in my head
like an irreversible ratchet
Sit up straight
File in line
Raise your hand…
Now I understand
