Worthless (Poem)

So I read this article that Promise Phan/Promise Tamang tweeted about, and it really hurt me. It was about how my generation and younger feel that they need a great job or not one at all. And something Austin Kutcher said just really hurt, because I don't have a job, but not because I refuse to get one. I simply can't due to various reasons my friends and family are aware of.

So I started asking some questions to myself, and it turned into this poem. Let me know what you think!

Worthless

 

What is worthless?

Nothing

No one

A word that shouldn’t exist

 

For God made us all

And made all

So there must be some worth in

Everything

 

And yet this label doesn’t cease to exist

It haunts the innocent

Victims

Of their own mind

 

A term the world throws around

Pretending that they

Who have worth

Can deem what does

Or does not

 

But who are they to judge

Rulers and workers

Can they decide?

Have they that right?

 

What of those who label themselves

Is it their right to choose

If they live up to this term

Or any other term?

 

Wouldn’t the world be

Better off

If perhaps someone

Everyone

Simply lived

 

No judging

No harming

No labels

 

Just living

 

But then again

Who am I

To decide if worthless

Is worthless?