I May Not Be Fruit Afterall 

Don't you think it's amazing how easily

the tangerine skin falls off its back

when pulled apart, leaving no spilled blood behind.

Oh what I would give to hear my mother say

‘don’t listen to them’

each time I am asked to leave my grief behind,

as easily as the tangerines skin leaves its back.

Oma

Poet.

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