Hayley Gibbons | Original Yin

when I was younger and
my father would peel a mango,
i’d have to leave the
kitchen so i didn’t gag

it seemed so normal for
everyone else
to love it

the revulsion worsened with
age; all of them – the ones
with “flesh”
soft, pulpy
black pips on counters
smudged with sickly-sweet

i washed everything

it was fruit that was
forbidden, wasn’t it?
not nuts or edible roots
or seeds

i covered myself with weeds

Hayley Gibbons is a wife, mom and English teacher from East London, South Africa.  Her poetry has been published in various online journals.  She loves listening to Sting, a cup of strong coffee and writing poetry whenever she gets the chance.

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