Because the Forbidden Fruit Tastes Sweeter (2008) Poem

wrote on: December 11th. 2008

Because the Forbidden Fruit Tastes Sweeter

Miranda Smith

Pinching, picking, and plucking,

Pinching, picking, and plucking,

That’s what the slave man does.

All day and even through night,

So much pinching, picking, and plucking.

But one day during his daily plucking,

A woman that caught his eye kept him still.

Her fragile, frail face that only kept the blush of her make-up framed her beautiful cheeks.

The two exchanged looks, both intrigued by the other, but quickly returned to their activities when the porcelain skinned woman’s fiancé walked outside.

Her shy, growing smile that was once for the man out in the field marred into a small frown at the sight of her prickly fiancé.

As time goes by, the slave man out in the field and the beautiful porcelain skinned woman’s interaction grew.

As time goes by, the slave man out in the field knew that his close relationship with the porcelain skinned woman was too dangerous.

The two would have to run, run, run,

To be able to have their son, son, son,

So they did what had to be done, done, done,

And they knew the crowd would cry, “Shun, shun, shun!”