Innocence

I prayed
I prayed
I prayed
My eyes wide open to the black ceiling hovering above my head
In the darkness
Of my room
To feel like a little girl....
Oh Lord, how I prayed
Oh Lord, how I wanted to be the girl I seemed to be to the world...
To feel young like a child
To be pure and innocent...I felt as old as a raisin, as limp as a rag.

Now I hold my body close to me. I am mine. So sweet.
So soft.
And pure.
Innocence.

By Erika L. Ganier

Erika is Love in Los Angeles