Grapefruits

I used to hate grapefruits.

I hated the way my mother would sit them down in front of me peering up from a smiling bowl and all I would taste was tears.

Yes I hated grapefruits, the way they looked happy and shiny on the outside but when truly understood they were made of awful.

I hated them until this year.

This year a friend of mine introduced me to the concept of sugar.

A sprinkle of sugar atop the grapefruit and it tasted alright.

It actually tasted good.

It actually tasted great.

Now instead of reaching for my bowl of sugar cereal I grab a grapefruit.

I grab a grapefruit because though it may take some time to get used to, it’s worth it.

I use to hate emotions.

I hated the way the people who came from happy shiny homes could sit down in front of me and explain exactly how their feeling.

Yes I hated feelings, the way they got caught in my throat and refused to come out but I was choking on them deep down inside.

I hated them until this year.

This year a friend introduced me to true emotive poetry.

A pen and a paper and my feelings were outside of me.

I actually could emote.

I actually could emote well.

Now instead of choking on my words and dying with emotions stuck inside, I reach for my notebook.

I grab my notebook because though I may not be perfect and you may not hear these words, its better than nothing.