Saturday, June 22, 2013

Poem for the Day - Acerola


I knew I was a beauty
Skin red as blood
Glossy as the shiny moon
I was proud
Though my sisters were alike
Just as I was
But I was fleshier
Even on the same branch
I knew I was special
I needed no one to tell me
I was confident
If I was not an acerola
I rather not exist

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