Banana

• Karen Zhu, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

Speckled, freckled, pale yellow, off-yellow conceals white flesh,
Unique. But we’re all the same in this bunch.
Disregarded, discriminated against flies,
Our crown,
Fruit bowl, our throne
Overarching honour of gold,
Regal apples under us, bare pears,
Submissive subjects we cannot command.
Like our fruitless destinies, tied together,
Fate churning, acid burning,
We’re skinned and we’re nothing
To excrement. Of course.