Let them be as bananas
always sweet, soft, loved
but easily bruised.
I'd rather be a strong, bitter, rough orange
shielding itself from the world, like an oak tree
hiding its roots from the animals.
To have a hard exterior,
to be acidic when eaten, challenging others
to break me, concealed in a shell.
To grow on the tops of trees,
carrying my thoughts, my emotions,
beyond the shell holds all my feelings
protected from others.
I'drather be tough an sour
to people, than a fragile banana
darkened by every touch
handled gently, and eaten
by men looking for an easy treat.
I'd rather smell of citrus,
than of sweet fragrant honey.
If I could stand alone, hard and bright,
I'd rather be a small, sour orange.
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Odette's Poem Book
PoetryHey, so I have a thing for writing poems and I decided to create a book for all of them. Some of them are old and some are new. Some of them also aren't that good, but overall I think they are pretty good. It would be great if you are looking at thi...
