my tree has grown many pomegranates my seeds have fed the selfish their greedy hands ripped my flesh my blood filled seeds staining their teeth my fruit is left empty while their stomachs are full years of this bitter routine continued i was tired of being a tart treat for the greedy then he walked to my tree plucked a fruit delicately from my limbs instead of biting into my flesh, he peeled the skin revealed each seed laying in the fruit the seeds resembled rubies i was a treasure but i have fermented i stained his taste with bitter alcohol i will keep trying to grow more pomegranates to appease his taste trying to feed him well and keep him full but until then, i will witness his eyebrows furrow in disgust watch his tongue twist my seeds out of his teeth his lips beg for something sweet i am not a strawberry to savor my dear for the hatred i have endured has left a blood bath in your mouth now you hate my fruit too.
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