A Poem of Produce

This poem was not written from primary experience, but rather, from a tertiary glimpse of the silent yet hugely prevalent social injustice that is domestic abuse. 

Strawberry lips,

Olive skin,

That banana smile.

You were as beautifully beckoning as a mango,

You made my life worthwhile.

You were as cool as a cucumber,

A hot potato, if I may be so bold,

A mellow chilli pepper,

With a flavoursome kick that would never go old,

Or so, I was told.

You were exotic, rare, unknown to others,

And I was a papayaneer,

And oh, how rapidly my heart would beet when you were near,

First with love, and then with fear.

You were the apple of my eye,

My piquant pumpkin pie,

And my dear, I swear I did try,

To preserve you, but I could not,

It was without warning that you began to rot,

My huckleberry.

Your words became citric, sour

and acidic, like lemons. 

Your breath became garlic, 

Repugnant and vile,

And all the while,

I tried to rid myself of your odious stench.

You brussels sprout, you.

You were an onion, sliced open,

You filled my heart with tears and

Absent misery and

Sheer desperation.

You frequently reminded me of my many imperfections,

But as I gazed in the mirror, at my reflection,

I saw only bruises.

Fun mushroomed into lust, then love, then boredom, then dust,

You took advantage of my mistaken trust,

And my cries for help were swiftly hushed

Beneath the silent cacophony of your lies.

I know that we were once a pear of peas in a pod,

Though now that seems odd.

Despite our past, I can now conclude,

(Do pardon me for being so shrewd:)

My life was grape,

Until you ruined it.

Avacadon’t you dare come running back to me if all else fails,

I hereby promise that I will not give a fig.

All this time, I should’ve used my melon.

Orange you glad I didn’t?

They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away,

But yours was one of poison.


Domestic abuse affects 1 in 4 women and 1 in 6 men here in the UK, both physically and emotionally. If you or someone you know is a victim of domestic violence, you must amass the courage to speak up, for your silence is an abuser’s greatest weapon. For expert advice on domestic abuse, contact:

Nour Domestic Violence – http://nour-dv.org.uk/contact/

In serious cases, call the police or social services immediately.


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Thanks for reading!

© Sadia Ahmed 2015

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