The Rape of the Fig
Not of age to bear fruit
the young fig prayed ablazen.
When I mature
make mine so supple
that every man will praise them.
Shortly after she bore fruit
Her fate became a dire.
Her dreams were bent and broken down
by those whom did admire.
Copyright © Anthony Crisafulli | Year Posted 2015
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