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Imagine an apple
decaying.
The rot omnipresent
reaching for the round edges
infecting the core.

But
going easy on the surface,
leaving the shiny peel untouched.
Keeping the narrative alive;
sweet,
inviting,
colorful.

The rot
occupies spaces
and erases.

You avoid asking questions
because you can,
and your knowledge tells you
that white is not the color of rot.
But you cannot escape the taste.
You know.
Still, you sell the same story
and enjoy the profit.

The apple welcomes
the shades of the rainbow
to settle on its surface.
Superficially celebrating colors.
And so the rot persists,
rejecting,
suppressing,
killing,
the brown and the black.

Long-time-reader and ‘baby writer’ focusing on social justice issues. Driven by the need to learn from and promote silenced narratives.