He recalled the night he peeled off their skins
Like one would do before eating a banana.
He laid on the uncomfortable bunker bed
that he had to spend the rest of his nights on.
He was caged up like an animal at the zoo.
You could see the want in his eyes when you mentioned his favorite fruit.
It wasn't that he couldn't be free, it was that he could no longer eat bananas.
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Breathe Me
Poetry"You were blind and couldn't find much to love from my poetic mess but I've found many reasons for you" - E.C
