Prompt by Apples and Snakes.
Lublin. I was born
Did all I could, had to leave
If you don’t fit, go.
London. I was born
Into new language, only
Cut off my big toe.
Recently Rhymes With Orange poetry collective, of which I am part of, had an eighth birthday party. I had a five minute slot in it and really wanted to write something to acknowledge Black Lives Matte