Cast me out!You can
because you don't know me.
You never had to look me right here--
Right here
in the eyes
and tell me
It would be a little harder then
wouldn't it?
To toss me back into the heap
like a bad apple--
One brown spot too many.
Look at me!wouldn't it?
To toss me back into the heap
like a bad apple--
One brown spot too many.
You see me now
in the sun and sod,
overalls and long sleeves
between the ruts and the road stands.
Someday,
you will see me--
My back
no longer bent over the green rows.
My hands
no longer stained with the blood of your fruit.
My glory
no longer restrained under a bandana
overalls and long sleeves
between the ruts and the road stands.
Someday,
you will see me--
My back
no longer bent over the green rows.
My hands
no longer stained with the blood of your fruit.
My glory
no longer restrained under a bandana
But flying
Like a bandera!
Freedom
whipping across my face!
Joy
stinging my almond eyes!
I will not be tossed back by you,
For I am chosen!
Not by you,
Fruit Picker.
Freedom
whipping across my face!
Joy
stinging my almond eyes!
I will not be tossed back by you,
For I am chosen!
Not by you,
Fruit Picker.
But I am Chosen!
Copyright Hope A. Horner. Off-line use with permission only. Contact author on gmail at hopeh1122. Follow on Twitter @HopeNote
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