Bitter Fruit Poem by Melvina Germain

Bitter Fruit



Bitter fruit ones pallet tastes,
long ago, bellies roared.
Torn flesh in a crowed cage
while sea men squeezed in more.
Chains became the jewellery worn,
sisters plunged the deep sea,
babe in arms,
saved from a life of depravity.

Worst things than death,
bold and clear.
Hate begat the air,
So began that life of pain
our ancestors gleaned to wear.

Saturday, July 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,longing
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Melvina Germain

Melvina Germain

Sydney, Nova Scotia
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