The Lemonby Latasha A WillisOblong, bright and a fragrance with a biteUnexpected chaos withinSever it slowly, and the fragrance intensifiesIts pulp glistens, and a drop of juice trickles outSeems innocent enoughBut as you pick up one halfAnd bite it with a slurpYour lips are drawn in like a string on a sackYour cheeks cave inYour eyes begin to waterYou nostrils are tickled and overwhelmedAs you remove the piece from your mouthYou wonder how anyone could enjoy such a creationThen suddenly you realize that this acidic wonder has potentialYou decide to rein in that flavorWith a glass of pure liquid lifeYou squeeze its contents into the glassAnd take another chance and taste itIt’s calmer, but the concoction needs a companionSweet crystals are added and gently blended inThen when you taste it this timeThe sour and sweet mingle togetherIn a way that is pleasantly refreshingSuddenly it comes to you
Life can bear a bushel of sour fruit
But when you tame those little beasts
With purity and sweet expectation
You end up with a product
That soothes your weary soul
So take a sip
Savor its goodness
And know that all is well