Category: fruit
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Robot
The world is a big yet small place Erased are the small desires To hide your face Cell phones record Security videos are rarely erased AI copies, voices and people Human Hands are replaced We stare at the struggling Trying to get ahead in our own race Till one day we realize… The world is…
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Black History Month Short Poem
Days and nights spent wondering if things will get better You are the core of strange fruit That refuses to live without roots, You cultivated a culture from a soil you could never call home You are the epitome of blood meeting bone because you never gave up When the thunder struck, you kept going …
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Promise
You are the promise of tomorrow that grew into an adult. A seedling sprinkled with water and sunshine that sprouted and grew fruit. The mere presence of your existence multiplied dreams. From your soul flowed the hopes of a nation and fish leaping from a swelling stream. Love always, Esha <3
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Open Sky
Tell me the truth. So that I may taste it’s fruit with lips birthed of flesh but full of promise. Let words of living water flow from a well that never runs dry. It is limitless like the open sky. Love, Esha
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Molded Bread
Gloom is a shadow that thankful souls don’t need. Cast it aside like bad food. Don’t consume the sadness created by the few. Who seek ignorance and ignore the truth. Stand up against the rising feeling of anxiety. Do not eat of it’s fruit. It grows in the world like mold taking to old bread.…
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Vine Love
Vine Love My weak stomach turns sour at the taste of rotten grapes devoid of their youth. But in 10 years time… Bad fruit turns into aged wine. It makes a cold night warm and a hot day fine. My love grows on a spiraling vine. Thank you for reading, Esha <3
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Labor’s Fruits
Labor Fruit The human eye can be deceived by the glamour of pretty things. But the fruits of the spirit never lie. Love always, Esha <3
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We Live Here
We Live Here we blow bubbles as though we occupied a pineapple at the heart of the sea we pound words into clay and use fossilized seaweed to make cutlery we are not merpeople but we live here a place that defies logic and misrepresents fear feet beckoned by unknown forces draw near…
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