The cold banana
Always huddling with its group
Always in its jacket
Until the very end
Until it gets takes away
to be crushed and slayed
It squeals, “Mama, Papa!”
Before he never sees the light of day
But they still stay strong
And hope to live to an old age
With spots of color
Sitting on a shelf
Sometimes its poses
For the artist to come draw it
Sitting silently
Sharing its soul
With the world
Never taking off its jacket
Lamar Middle School
6th