Oh we have misunderstood you, dear potato, taking your children but only a few. We depended on them to provide for us and when they got sick, we fled.
Oh how we massively mistreated you, giving you a bad reputation, slicing you skinny and frying you in oil.
We didn’t see the beauty, your rich history, your diversity and complexity.
How I long to find your real roots, so I may restore you to your former glory.
I will plant you today with your eyes looking up.
I will respect you whole.