When I was 16 years old
I was told that I was a fruit
A rare one at that
A forbidden fruit
You won't find me on this planet
My tree belongs in heaven
Without the beholders blessings
You can't taste this forbidden fruit
There are others around me
A couple billion or more
I guess were not as rare
as I was taught to believe
My mother once told me
There are those who know
And those who don't
consider myself lucky
for knowing my importance
At 19 I taught myself to believe
That My body is my home
A temple I should treasure
Keep clean and endearing
Not an apple
Or a pear
A forbidden fruit
A creation made in heaven
Admirable but not edible
-MissRoub
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