Clothed in mixed colors of oranges
Yellows and grays
Gifted with an sweet, and sour, tangy taste
Oh pineapple I would love to learn
Your ways
Of being so delicious and out of
Place
You see, I'm studious and professional
Much like mom
And whenever things go bad I always
Remain calm
But that's not you pineapple, you'll
Never be refined
To be like every other fruit you were
Never inclined
You never went for that stupid coveted
Degree
You were the only one who found pleasure
In the GED.
Staying at one job was always
A bore
You found more pleasure in walking out
The door
And you were so daring that you walked
Out on your wife and son
Dropped the mundane for a life on the
Run
Yes, you are a very interesting and an
Intriguing fruit
It's no wonder that dad loved eating
You
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoëzieThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
