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banana

the golden luster of her skin
reminds you of cool summer breezes,
and the song of the wind
lilts so as she pleases.
she is scared.
she has dared
to venture out and explore
the world around her. more
and more she sees things so clear.
but no one must know, no one must hear.

no one must know, no one must hear --
her exploits have driven most all to fear.

and so he found out at one junction in time.
what was she to do then?
she ran... until this serious crime
was committed: her end.

he beat her senseless.
she could not look him in the eye
nor scream
nor cry
nor fight back.
her skin bruised brown and black
aching, swollen, broken.
inside she felt like mush.
as if she had been worth nothing,
no seed to sow,
no life to live.
she could not take it anymore.
she ran towards him and fought back
and punched and yelled and kicked
harder than ever
and gave up.
a final blow to the face
split her skin open, wounding her precious
sweet truth.
there was mush.

and there was nothing to live for.

--[come, mistah nate-ah-man, tally me banana]--

posted by Open Source Food @ 2:51 PM