Peaches (Version 2) by Haleigh Dixon
Come forth! Wuthering heart through the storm.
Transport me to the east; I yearn for life.
Travel where peaches fall, and the dirt is red.
Miles yonder lies my fortune, splendor calls.
Never will she belong to me; I weep alone.
My blackened skin; I am denied my homeland.
Prophet of sum, your land, it never was.