It’s always been Me growing up differently,
Forming another kind of branch on the family tree.
Instead of a pretty flower or root,
I’m the branch who grows all the fruit.
My own individuality, seems to affect all,
As if not eating meat causes a brawl.
We share and we chat, we laugh and we play,
But nobody else seems to feel the same way,
About the way poor animals are harmed,
Living their precious little lives: battery farmed.
Hoping deep down, I am helping them out,
My older sister goes to vigils to shout-
To get involved with animal rights,
Keeping their hearts loving and bright.