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.
To be loved by someone other than family,
To be treasured by someone other than friends,
To be respected by someone other than colleagues,
Is to be regarded with envy by both women and men.
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