The Duality of the Lemon





By Lily Min | Flint Hill





The lemon, yellow as the sun

Glowing in all of its grandeur,

Shaped like a football, and no less important


The lemon, cut by a knife

Like rumors cutting into your soul

Sharp as glass, smooth as butter


The lemon, placed in your mouth

The juices exploding with every bite

As if your mouth was attacked by the taste


The lemon, twisting your face

It’s acidity burning your mouth

It’s sourness scrunching your nose


The lemon, rejected by humanity

Scorned upon by others

Rendered utterly useless


The lemon, lacking self-confidence

Feeling worthless

Losing hope


The lemon, different than the others

Feels white on the inside

Yet sporting a screamingly yellow exterior


The lemon, juices acquired

Adding the liquid of life

Adding the syrup of heaven


The lemon, transformed completely

Into a new and glorious taste

The nectar of the gods


The lemon, once lost Is now found in

its new identity

Is hopeful once more


The lemon, feeling unique

Has talents aplenty to share

Is reassured of its worth


The lemon, feeling comfort

With its newfound friends

Different but united through the ade


The lemon, feeling deceived

Sour once, then sweet

The duality of the lemon