Fruit & I

Don't we all yearn to be loved?

If I was given the chance

for just one wish,

I’d wish for oranges.

Not just any oranges, 

but oranges without the pith

That stringy, spongey, white.

The s**t you hate. 

It's the one thing that keeps you

far away from the fruit.

You love the sweet taste,

the sour juicy punch at the end,

and the comfort of an unopened peel.

You love me

in the same way that you love oranges.

I’m promised with a lovely peel

and sour witty humor, 

but I’m wrapped in the same pith.

It sits just below my skin, 

clinging to every muscle and vein.

There’s nothing necessarily wrong

with it, but it’s got bitterness to it that you can’t pin.

So, until I get that wish,

I’ll peel oranges, scrape away the pith

with the dull edge of a knife,

and hand you half of it.

I think with enough kindness,

you’ll love me- with the pith.

Author's Note

please keep in mind this is my first time writing a poem, ever.