An apple on the table
hides it's seeds
so neatly
under seamless skin
But we talk and talk and talk
to let somebody
in.
By: Naomi Shihab Nie
I think this poem describes Ishmael and his friends because right now they are trying to find themselves yet they are not sure on how to do so. They are starting to get better but are still traumatized by the war. Reliving all the horrible scenes that was once known as their lives. They are hiding so much in themselves and don't know exactly how to get out of a hole that other people put them in. The place that they are living in they have friends to talk to but since they hardly know themselves they don't know what to say. So they waste their breath on hate and violence and that is so difficult to let go. They cling to it like it's all they have because that's all they know anymore. The seeds of life are planted within them, they just need to let them grow.
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