Elena Plotkin Poems
I grew up with a bunch of others,
Just me with my sisters and brothers.
When I was younger, I was green and tough,
But as I grew older, I discovered life could be rough.
I changed and grew softer, some called me yellow.
But I was no coward, just a very cautious fellow.
Because where I come from you never know the day,
That your whole family gets eaten or just carted away.
How Can You
How can you kiss the hand that beats you?
How can you spurn the hand that feeds you?
How can you turn your back on the one who needs you?
When the one who really needs you is yourself.
(c) 2015 copyright Elena Plotkin