A Poem

This is my first blog post. It’s a poem, based on real memories. To get a taste of my style and themes, please read.

An Ode to the Mangoes Mom Loved

By Samelia Bankole

It’s her favorite fruit

To pick up at the store

She peels off the vibrant green skin

Her tan hands as huge

As the mangoes, themselves


The yellow interior starts to show as she peels

She slices the mango piece by piece like a pro

She hands you a slice

It’s sweet and firm


Kind of like the mangoes that grew in mom’s backyard

In Liberia

In her backyard, there were big mango trees

She helped grow them

She used to climb the tree with her siblings

And sit high in the tree’s branches

Eating mangoes

With no need for a knife

This turns out to be her favorite memories

In a hard childhood


As she shares the slices of sweet goodness

With you

You are building new memories with her

And receiving a piece of home

From her to you

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