What a vegetable but it's part fruit I believe
Red deep red were you when I first got to know you
Then I felt your vines
Wow did you get mad
Ouch wasn't the last I said
Those tiny picks you had hurt
But then again I was taking your vegetables
Yet we weren't even
I had millions of your tiny thorns
And you had less weight on you
I feel like I was in the wrong field
I'm surprised I endured all those pricks
Under a microscope I would appear like I was becoming you
YOU ARE READING
REASONS
Художественная прозаShort writing yet inspiring A child's perspective of early work Difficulties that happen Something to think about and for you to be grateful that it wasn't your story If it is your story too then we know how those conditions were and what we faced
