Beets Blood Love.

As a Russian background family immigrant finds it difficult to accept.

As an American – proud to be.

As a Mexican – proud to be born.

Do I have three A’s? In Spanish “3 as number three Aces” …

Schererazade, poem in Russian with perhaps Latin roots – “Child of the city”

A crimson heart beneath the soil,
A beet, so vibrant, rich, and whole,
From earthy depths, its color calls,
A ruby gem, that brightly falls.

Beets salad with almond and balsamic vinegar

A lady worn is different in the hot spice hot- pepper-color red.

Brilliant as the shine of an ocean in the month of the May sun.

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