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Born in distress

From the moment I was born I was in distress
I came before my due date to take a sneak peek of my life to be
Unhappy with what I saw I tried to go back in
My mother pushed and pushed hard
But just as they were about to cut her I budged
Numb I was born into this wicked world
That I was beaten to cry
I wondered why they were trying so hard to make me cry
Was this an acknowledgement of impending suffering to come?
Was I to mourn for the future before I met it?
I was given a name that meant ; “all my suffering had ended!”
I laughed at the joke, who did it end for? My parents? Or me?
But wise was I enough to know my compulsory suffering as an imperfect human was just beginning.
So I protested, refused breast milk and baby food
I screamed for them to take me back to my quiet world
Where I’d sleep , eat and play with my toes.
But they didn’t listen
I even complied to their teasing, hoping that’ll get them to hear me
But they still did not listen
I frowned in every picture, rebelling in my own little way.
But slowly I realised that I was stuck in this uncertain world, there was no going back to my home of warm fluids.
So here I am still in distress , waiting for the day it all ends!

Toki is a published poet, an environmental scientist and the host of “Unapologetically Weird” podcast on Google.
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