Stanza 1
This is the fruit borne from heat,
the sun, the sea, the tropics meet.
Superficially, aesthetically pleasing
Beautiful, vibrant, buxom, teasing.
A delight to four. The urge for more.
Peel away a layer, going deep,
Saliva secretes, readying the teeth.
It becomes bitter, visceral, sharp,
Though it can nourish the skin to the heart.
For it has the potential to restore and revive,
so easily it can turn your four into five.
Though it can turn against you,
a sting in your eye; or intoxicate you.
Peel away a layer going deep,
The white resistance you will meet.
Underneath the beauty of the sun,
comes bitter truth - the war has begun.
This is the skin it comes in two parts,
one seen, one hidden in the heart.
Peel away the layer, going deep,
the forbidden gem, the jewel greets.
Some say protected, others say stole,
the branches you came from, centuries old.
Stanza 2
What joy. This is the prized trophy,
A bedazzled egg, to see you closely.
Segregated but joined in segments to share,
Government officials seem to care.
It has the ability to bring people together,
the sun, the seas, the tropics, the weather.
Having you is like an everlasting party: four wheelers, sand, poles and limbos.
Coconuts, pineapples, oranges and mangoes.
Roller-coasters, cinemas, attractions of fun,
cocktails blended together with rum.
Making me feel the community is whole.
Until I bite the sun and come across the soul.
Peel away a layer, going deep,
The truth is bitter, it is no longer sweet.
You are the source of the pain and the present,
yet you are deep within vain imaginations.
Without knowledge, the world will never know;
that simply put - a lie was told.
It is covered, like an innocent body 6 feet under.
The truth is bitter and so is the seed.
To remind you of the pain, the wants and the needs.
It has spoiled the taste, awoken you from your sleep.
Reminds you of the death, the chain, those who weep.
It can be death, but also be life, it gives you wisdom to remember life.
If you have bit one, you know the rest, the bitter truth, the vanity flesh.
Your experience is ruined, but do not discard it,
Plant it,
Nurture it,
Grow it,
Share it,
Eat it.
So that generations can consume it too.
Peel away the layers, going deep,
keep it,
decompose into the heap.
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