The Taste of Mangoes: A Poem

This poem was actually bases on a true story. I'm not going to say any names, so whoever it's about is safe, no worries!

The Taste of Mangoes

You don't like mangoes.

I know this because

you remind me each time

I bring them in.

Slices of sunshine neatly arranged

in the pale blue tupperware.

You say,

"The taste is too tart"

or sweet

or salty

or, well,

you get the picture.

You dislike,

no, you loath mangoes.

So each time I bring

that pale blue tupperware

into the room,

you beg for a taste.

Each time, of course,

I insist that you'll hate it,

you always do.

To which, of course,

you beg and plead and cajole

until I give you a piece.

NOTE: This is not because

I like you.

It's just that I would like

to pass the 7th grade.

You are not

the quietest person in the world

when you want something.

No offense.

After I relent

and grant you that first morsel,

you proceed to cleanse me

of my burden- the mango.

Reminding me all the while

how much you

"detest mangoes".

Nice try.

This goes on

almost every week.

Do you really "hate"

it so much?

Or is it that

you take pleasure

in my annoyance?

I'm guessing the latter.

In the future, however,

I do have one request:

Next time,

bring your own mango.

Peace, love, and happiness

- Becca