I’ve been underground for much too long
Repressed, but I’ve not regressed.
I do my best to grow, I bud.
Though the sunlight fails to meet my skin
I’ll make it through the day again.
I work and grow, though i’m alone.
I improve and improve at improving my self
I am unearthed.
*(r.e.)
Someone asked me to write a poem about a potato and this is what came out of it
