A grape,

Sweet, raw, and beautiful

But without a doubt, fragile

A grape, 

One that struggles but no one thinks twice of 

Struggles to compete for water and resources 

Struggles to come out on top 

A grape, 

Under appreciated, 

Under valued, 

Under estimated 

A grape, 

Something so small no one thought it could ever make any difference, 

Something many fail to realize they are the same as 

A grape, 

Fighting for a place in its intricate society of vines 

Growing more from the struggle than meets the eye 

Placing its roots deep into a vineyard

A grape, 

A small piece of a larger cause 

Turning to wine 

Once a small insignificant piece of fruit, turned to something more 

A grape, 

More than a fruit 

More than the wine 

That grape is me 

A grape, 

Struggling for a breath on the surface 

To keeps its head above 

Fighting its battles 

Growing to be more

I am the grape, 

The one that longs for more 

The one who will not find weakness in struggle, 

But rather strength