You tiptoe around
Your feelings
Keep them in a bag
With a zipper
And zip them up
You say you're like lemonade
You can be sweet
But you can be sour
And people told you
To just be orange juice
Plain and sweet
You said all this
With that look on your face
That you get
When you're ashamed
Embarrassed
Abashed
I told you not to worry
Because I love
Lemonade
Posted in response to the challenge Five #2.
Can I go back
Back to the place I call home
Full of laughter and love
The place where I sleep above my friend
As I'm surrounded by so many others
An apple is
A reminder
A token to bring you back
To the day in the orchard
When you were six years old
Sitting on your dad's shoulders
Reaching for an apple
That you had decided was perfect
Who is telling the story
Of the little girl who got raped on her way home
From school
Who is telling the story
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