Disgruntled Fruit

Disgruntled Fruit

By Tunde Lakanu

Disgruntled Fruit

I am not as complicated as one may think
The way I bloom terminally
I arise from specs of herbaceous
I am a fruit that hardens before it glows 

I am a provider of growth
I don't heal wounds, I heal patterns
I see normal as something that has been created out of fear yet
something to own
I yearn for identity as a wave yearns for a shore 

The warm vibrant hue walls built around me bares recourse
I want to share what makes me whole only if it's worth it to hold
I am no more than a berry that has scarred
I am a product of adaptation

Your anticipation to open me up continues to astound me
To not fully understand what's inside only to explore what can't be
undone
The longer I stay closed up the quicker meeting to my demise
The end is no more than lost potential
I transfer over as energy more opaque over time

 


My name is Tunde Lakanu. Raised in Aurora, Colorado. Favorite writers currently are Langston Hughes, James Baldwin, and Ta-Nehisi Coates. Poetry for me is a construction of diagnosis of my thoughts. We bleed the same. Hope you enjoy.

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