I saw a funny looking child today.
He lay cradled in his mother’s arms,
protruding forehead of no consequence.
He turned to me and smiled,
and I believed in childlike innocence then.
In the purity of self image and self conception
before the world paints him ugly
and teaches him to hate himself.
He smiles, and I smile back,
and at that moment he is the most
beautiful thing I have ever seen.