A Vegan In The Family

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.

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