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.
My Voice Hit The Ceiling
It was an uncontrollable feeling,
when my voice hit the ceiling,
And I told you,
I wanted you to go.
The chances of it repeating
is probably dead even,
but I can't let you,
ever, ever go.
I'd lose all feeling,