poem

hey guys i made this poem and i have to say it out loud in class but im scared that its not good enough can i please get your honest feedback

Recycled over and over

people born look like parents,

grandparents, sister or brother,

or perhaps a throwback

from an earlier ancestor,

the hawk nose, a hard ridged forehead,

the cleft in the chin or a blue birthmark

on the arm, the stomach,

the dainty fresh bum of a newborn

each unique like a snowflake never

can you guess what’s on their mind

sometimes I can feel what they’re feeling

detect it like hairs on the back of my arms,

together we live, talk, walk the same sidewalks,

to die buried in a foreign cemetery

for others to sit upon ponder their

own light, why am I free, what must I do,

does someone love me like I do,

new skin gives way to wrinkles,

hair fades to gray, bones grow strong

then decay, strength seeps every time

one pees, sleeps, ages, loves,

muscles grow then shrink the body

a temporary vessel destination unknown.