Peeling by Saniya Zehra

Updated: Mar 5


Each time I unveil a mango

Hold in my hand

its beautiful skin, exposed,

Deep yellow under the marred peel,

I remember to reel in its softness

and praise its curves

where the the pulp curls

into a slight shade of orange.

Then one last time

I give my eyes

The voyage of the whole

Before I rip it apart, digging

In the hunger for more.

I wasn't taught this callousness in the home I was born 

It reminds me of the men I coveted shelters from


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