I can say we’re all peas;
Something like a seed;
Sheltered and covered
Until we burst free,
We’re all little peas
Of a colour so sweet,
Yet sometimes it reeks of jealousy
We’re all little peas;
So tough, yet so soft;
Alone in our pods,
We’re all the same
Although we are not,
We’re all little peas
sheltered in different pots
Trying to figure out
From where we sprout
©️Jana Pelzom, 2023
