Religion
Tired.
Exhaustion
I seek to be retired
Where did it come from
Starting when I first came to the planet
Beginning of my life
When seeing the first light
The cries I had sung
The start of my journey
My tiredness begun
Was I really born dirty?
So early to assume.
Don’t I get a say?
It seems you choose my doom
Unless I choose to pray
I refuse to blindly obey
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community