i bought a pomegranate
and gutted it
with my fingers.
it stained my hands
maroon
like blood.
i ate the jewels
one-by-one.
I savored the sweet.
many tasted like honey
some seeds were sour,
but so are some people.
a few bad don't ruin
a lot of good,
even fruit know this.
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she likes the color yellow
Poetrymy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
