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Orange

It was January.
I scoured the kitchen for something to eat,
Through broken bottles buried in piles of trash,
And cigarette butts laying on the floor,
And that broken cabinet of ours,
There was absolutely,
Nothing,
To eat.
My stomach growled
A fierce bark,
Like an caged animal
About to be let lose.
I gave up,
And fearlessly waited for my mother
To come home.
Her eyes were darkened with dreary,
Her breathe smelling of liquor,
And her mind,
Raged.
As I watched the snow
Drift from the grey sky,
I heard the door creak open.
It was her.
She looked at me,
But with the slightest smile,
And handed me,
A bag of oranges.
“Oranges!” I said softly.
I ripped through the bag,
Pulling out an orange ball of fire,
And held it up,
Bright like the sun,
Against that dreary winter day.





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Anastasia123 said...
Feb. 1, 2012 at 3:03 pm
I love this poem! it's beautiful and inspiring. You are a very good writer.
 
xoSamanthaxo replied...
Feb. 1, 2012 at 5:52 pm
Thanks so much!
 
team_haymitch This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 31, 2012 at 8:02 pm
inspiring.... :)
 
connsgirl This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 31, 2012 at 7:26 pm
This poem is amazing...Not only is there small metaphors within it, but the whole thing is a metaphor to change and new beginnings...you can definitely see the emotions going into this poem; first the deprivation and gradually blooming to hope. :)) I loved it :)
 
xoSamanthaxo replied...
Feb. 1, 2012 at 5:54 pm
Thank you so much!
 
NLURHS said...
Jan. 31, 2012 at 5:00 pm
I like your poem, it's very good when I post some will you comment on mine ???
 
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