Written Sophomore Year of High School at L'Acadamie de Paris. Orange in hand - I was inspired to write this piece. The orange, of which I speak, also represents a person in my life. It's strange how spiritual a piece of fruit can be. Running your fingers across the indentations and marks, feeling the bumpiness of the skin or the peel. We take the beauty and richness of color, scent, and taste so much for granted in our daily life, but it is truly something to study. Here is your daily dose of vitamin C:
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Ode to an Orange
How did you detach from your stem, your tree, your family?
Were you plucked relentlessly when you weren't ready?
Or did you fall with a loud thud onto the soil canopy below?
Willing to leave, wanting to search and see
Seductive
Mysterious
With your simple peel
But inside -
Full of succulent some-what sour juice
With fleshy pulp that gets stuck in stained teeth
Refreshing, tempting
Desired on hot summer days after a roll in the mud
Strong
Independent
Inside you are soft
Bitable, chewable, easily shred
Vulnerable
Unlike your hard exterior
Of minor scratches and engravings
Scars, remembrances -
Of your journey
From the intimidating tree
To my warm, accepting hand
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