when young, tartness hides behind unmatured fruits of labor,
a thick skin covering its stubborn soul
from the ground meeting its green heart.
sunshine lets its rays cover its body with a blanket of warmth,
and, slowly, the ice of its skin begins to melt,
until a sweetness blooms beneath blotchy red cheeks

i was thinking about eating a mango when writing this. if you don’t read the title, the poem can easily sound like its talking about one of those characters who have a tough exterior that slowly melts away during the course of the story, eh?

but, no. it’s about mangoes. they taste good.

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