Raisin

I grew from something small

Didn't know much, but watched and peered at knowledge to grow and thrive

I grew from something small

Sprouted into knowledge learned to grow and thrive.

My bunch,

family Picked and slotted, we are the deprived of society, packaged into crammed boxes, suffocated by a cheap marketing of lies

We sit and wait, for the end But we don't want that relief to come because we have aspirations, Aspirations past our decaying selves

We are together.

But we are trapped

We are together.

Slowly deflating

We are together.

In a area bigger then our thoughts heat sucks me like a mosquito. Masking the truth what I grew from.

Heat sucked me into a raisin

A remnant of something thriving.

A fragment of what was health.

We are the deprived of the fruit bowl named society.

Raisins