Annie Lander Poet Dramatic Monologue

A Mango Tree In Brooklyn

A Mango Tree In Brooklyn
 
A mango is not only a fruit it’s an island
An image of memories, it organic taste
This represents the first bite to the last:
Tracing back to its originality, 
Tropical warmth, which smooths the lips
The sweet, succulent taste is noticeable:

Somehow, the roots refuse to grow
In Brooklyn, amount the sandy earth
Where the suffering continues,

A mango tree will never rooted in Brooklyn.
The soil is useless and barren, 
Seized with an impotent anger
Where the death toll rises daily

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Sara Kendrick July 8, 2020 at 8:17 AM Sad one. Enjoyed reading your work. Maybe you can come up with a tree just suited for the climate and grow it from a tiny plant. I know you are using metaphoric language here. But you could be the one to change things by planting a tree. Thanks for dropping by my page. Sara Annie Lander June 15, 2022 at 1:45 PM thank you so much for stopping by and reading