I’m Tired

*****

I’m tired of living in square dwellings
Full of shadows
When they should be round
And full of light

I’m tired
Of not having a garden
And of being told what to grow in it
When I do

I’m tired of looking at this
Abysmally unattractive clothing
You all insist on wearing

Where are the sparkling robes
The furs, the leather, the feathers?

I’m tired of wearing clothing
In midsummer at all

Who invented that?

I’m tired of being made to
“Show my papers”
Everywhere I go

I’m tired of the fear
In the eyes of my fellow man
Every time I let out a laugh in public

I’m tired of the fear
In the eyes of my fellow man
Every time I voice
An honest opinion

I’m tired of the fear
In the eyes
Of my
Fellowman.

*****

The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:

https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts

2 thoughts on “I’m Tired

    1. Most good of you to reach back to say so! I hope to be able to return to reading and commenting on the works of my fellow authors within the next couple of days. Looking forward to enjoying yours.

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