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: 
My family
My community


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741