Oh to be a yam!
White, pure,
And wholly unsure.
As those who grow
Confuse what they know.
A gift sweeter than any apple on Earth!
Or a root,
born of a different group,
Not quite as sweet
As it may seem
Orange or beige or white?
Confused and lost,
Unsure of the cost
How to be sweet
When thoughts don’t seem to complete?
Oh to be a yam!
White, pure,
And wholly unsure.
If I don’t quite know who I am,
Does that make me simply a yam?