We Are Made of Our Experiences

Pure as the driven snow

Is what they said she was

They said she was perfect

Un-sinned

Blank as a sheet of paper

Ignorant of the evils of the world

.

When I met her

She couldn’t talk

She just stared ahead

Not speaking

Not moving

.

I guess you would call her

Average size

She just ate water

And some substance

That would give her

All the nutrients

She would need

.

When I walked out of her room

(Plain white with nothingness)

I asked them

Her parents

How she was

“Perfect”

.

“She’s pure”

She may not know

What you call kindness

But she also does not understand

What you call evil

She is untouched by the sins of the world

.

“But she is also not touched by

The virtues of the world”

“She does not know joy

Or happiness.”

“But she also has never felt misery

Or anger.”

.

She is blank

As a pure white sheet of paper

She is innocent of all

.

But by being blank

Not experiencing life

She has lost

The chance to learn

What morality is

The chance to live

Outside the soap bubble

The chance to feel

Human

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