I want to go to the tranquil forest
Where no man is making noise.
I am tired the majority accuse me
Of doing everything wrong.
I am easy prey to hunt
Because I am a member
Of the tiny minority
And don’t know
How to defend
Myself.
© Yelling Rosa
5/7 –21
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This poem is also on the poem page of the Yelling Rosa website.
http://www.yellingrosa.com/poems01.htm#050721a
