I was once green,
Fresh out of school.
New to life,
I wanted to be ripe.
I was once green
Looked like a fool
Through struggles, through strife
I realize, I would one day be ripe.
On came the yellow and black spots
The beauty, the sights
Mama, in the corner said to me
“Look at you shining so bright”
I was excited, happy, elated, giddy
I clung to my skin, finally, no longer green
And when the knife came for my brothers,
When my sisters swam in simmering hot oil,
Was it fear, or comfort,
I would never know.
My skin began to change of some sort,
Gone were the days I stole the shine of the show
I lay shriveled,
Alone, not useful to anyone.
I’m a rotten plantain.
Hope you won’t be me