Bruised apples and over ripe bananas
get thrown away, to be replaced
by the freshest citrus.
But I'm not as sweet as cherry and cantaloupes the summer
I'm the bitter cranberries and sour blueberries in the winter,
poisoned by your drama.
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GIRLS // Poetry --reupload (2016)
Poetryreupload (2016) A poetry collection that addresses girlhood and womanhood. Old view count: 1.somethingK & 100something votes © All Rights Reserved Highest Ranking: #34 in poem 4/1/24 #4 in poembook 3/28/24 #5 in...
