They soaked the seeds in water overnight,
Covered the soil before the sun was bright,
Covered the pot with plastic for the seed to grow,
Then the plastic was gone and I started to show.
People will do anything for my vitamin C,
Harvest me and take me to places I never wanted to be,
Take my skin and throw it in the bin,
All the places I've never been.
Some rip me with their hands,
From that moment that where it all ends,
Some come to me with that sharp knife,
Then everybody knows that's the end of my life.
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