Untitled

I’m sweet like fruit-
but I fear for ever becoming stale-
because then, I’ll get thrown away in trash cans.

The good part is-
that if I’m lucky enough-
someone with a kind heart will throw me towards the earth’s crust
where my seeds will bear and,
later will flourish,
providing me with another chance at a lengthy survival.

By: Lamar Primus

Leave a Reply