Research without consent
This poem is about me trying to do something with good intentions, but it just came out as creepy.
What does it mean to do research?
When something you ask out of curiosity,
Just comes out as creepy?
Is it okay,
To record their data,
Without their consent,
When they’re completely anonymous?
My intention was,
To gain insight,
On a topic I knew little about.
While I was recording data,
I did not realize,
The sin I was committing.
Only after,
I asked several people,
Did I realize,
What I was doing.
What can I do to correct this?
Do I acknowledge my own mistakes?
Should I throw away the data I deceptively recorded?
This is what it mean,
When research is done,
Without consent.
About the Creator
Serenity Zahnle
I'm a transgender poet. I hope to meet new people and talk about poetry. I used to post my poetry on deviantart, here's a link https://www.deviantart.com/ssserenity
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