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EL Nopal Michael grew from a Baron land
The defending himself with thorns
Thirsty For water to drink
Somehow he produce pitayas to eat
Knowing that they would judge El Nopal
By the lack of fruits He bare
He was still proud, they was rare.
Ripe with dimples, smiling with a dare
Even through pain, still willing to share
A thorn to the heart as I stare,
Life is a mirage and he is no longer there.
The defending himself with thorns
Thirsty For water to drink
Somehow he produce pitayas to eat
Knowing that they would judge El Nopal
By the lack of fruits He bare
He was still proud, they was rare.
Ripe with dimples, smiling with a dare
Even through pain, still willing to share
A thorn to the heart as I stare,
Life is a mirage and he is no longer there.
I originally wrote the poem “Nopal” based off a Sunday church service about being judged by the fruits we bare as “Christians”. I asked myself what kind of fruit do I bare? Then I came to the conclusion that although I do not bare a lot of fruit, I produce fruit grown in the baron desert like the Nopal produces tunas or pitayas. Not in great quantities, but high quality in a land of limited food. I am a Nopal Aka The Cactus & pitayas are delicious.
(39/M/Uranus)
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