the rape of innocnce

First we crawl naked on the floor
Bruising our knees with smiles
At times with only our birthday suit
Like an eagle on his first flight
We explore and seek adventures with peers
Some with exposed penises dangling like school bell
Others with two zits for breast
We sang, played, fought, cried, and laughed
Washing our ignorance under the tears of the sky
Bathing in public oblivious of prying eyes
While adults look upon our innocence with nostalgia
They smile and predict our futures by our actions.

When was innocence raped?
Was it when Chioma started hiding her birthday suit
With her mother’s wrapper
Or when traces of her auntie’s makeup
Started showing on her naive face
Like the painting of an amateur artist
Was it when she started taking her bathe in secret
Or when she started noticing the zits
On her chest are becoming boils
When was innocence raped? Was it;
When Obinna imagination was infected
With a images from the porn magazine in uncle Ache’s room
Was it when he had his first wet dream
Or when he started competing with his friends
And who have the most hairs on the penis
Was it when his curiosity caused him to investigate
The moaning echoing out of their neighbor’s apartment

Whenever innocence was raped
The truth still stands
Innocence was never born to remain innocent
But who raped innocence?
I think Time raped innocence