Challenge
What fruit are you?
In 150 words or less tell me what fruit you are and why. You may write this in anyway you would like with a poem, a phrase, or a story. Thank you for entering if you do and tag me if you would like a comment.
Granny Smith Apple
I may not be a grandma,
But my mind is old.
I have green skin,
Green with envy and
the poison of other’s words
My skin scares people away
Because I taste sour
Everyone judges me
by the color of my skin
No one seems to care
About the core.
The core just goes into
the trash, where it rots
And molds with age
That’s where I am
Discarded by society
Waiting for the worms
To develop a taste for me.