Avocados and Mangos
A poem about my mistakes and my siblings by ED 7/26/22
I wonder how things might be
If I hadn’t gone away
Could I have stopped anyone
From going astray?
No, I doubt I have that kind of control
Over anyone’s life
Especially when mine was such a mess
Like avocados and mangos overripe
That pit in the fruit
Is like the pit in the middle
Of my stomach stretched out
By bitterness and riddles
Or the hairy sweet flesh
Of mangos rotting
Like the tears of betrayal
On our momma’s face blotting
Out the ability to distinguish
Between hurt and harm
Intention and dementia, life in the city
Is way worse than the farm
But I’ve lost the point
Of why I started writing
I can’t block out the sound
Of my sister crying
Or my brother sighing
Or my dad denying
That he ought to take any responsibility
We’ll never know how things ought to be.
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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