From the Potato's Point of View

I am a sweet potato
Some like to call me Yam
My flesh is orange
My skin is brown
A side dish's what I am!

Some like me with marshmallows
Soft and brown on top
But all I have to say
Dear Reader:
"This has got to stop!"

Each year it is the same routine
I'm boiled and I'm baked
I'm mashed
And topped with candy
There is no escape!

Lying in a cold glass dish
A spoon shoved in my side
There's little care
For how I feel
And now I've lost my pride!

I'd like to know why I am so
Important to your day
This isn't fun
For anyone
I hate this holiday!