Not a Machine


Hair tied in knots,

Lipstick smeared off,

The room that I'm in,

Littered with cloth.

Homework undone,

Bed untidy,

Finding myself,

Dirty and grimy.

I take a step back,

Observe my scene,

I am only human,

Not a machine.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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