To My Fellow. Poem by Ema Bovoro
To My Fellow.
How do you do it little one?
Hated, hunted and unloved
Even at the mention of your conception
God forbid you take a breath
How do you stay silent
In moments of agony and pain?
How do you smile at the day
when it greets you with its warmth?
And not beckon to the wind or rain?
How do you stand tall
Yet, so hated and deprived?
You my friend
We see eye to eye
From your fellow weed,
M.
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