Mango

I look at it, and I know that it's pure.

I hold it, and I know that it's golden for sure.

Shaped like a heart,

It's a flavor that can never go wrong.

First bite is sweetness.

Second is tang.

Third is a little cough.

Fourth is when you just can't get enough.

It's home, it's familiar.

It's every Filipino word in a shout,

or a distant whispher.

I look at it, and I see myself.

I hold it, and I know it's home.

Mango.