The first time I had a strawberry
I didn't like it
It was too tangy
Not as sweet as I expected
My tastebuds couldn't trust this fruit
But I wanted to understand
What's to love about a strawberry
And I couldn't judge all strawberries
By the one that hurt me
So I tried another
And it was perfect, it was balanced
And then I knew
What's to love about a strawberry
But two's not enough
To judge a whole kind of fruit
So I tried another
And another
And another...
I think it's safe to say
That I can forgive my first strawberry
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PoetryDuring these teen years, I am at the door way between childhood and adulthood. As I take these baby steps, I don't ever want to leave behind pieces of me that I'm discovering, nor should I ever leave behind who I must always be. As I close the door...
