Nsukuru (Orange)

Oh nsukuru
What you mean to me
In life, just enough
You give me energy

Round and rough
Small and large
Sweet and sour
Soft and hard

Never the same
But the same effect
The first day I had one
I will never forget

Firm, but squishy
My thumb making a dent in the side
Sweet juice drips out
Some getting in my eye

Sour, then sweet
Sunlight beaming through the window
In a nice kitchen in Raleigh
Now in my room

Not my favorite fruit
That is nseungeu menyu
Mangoes are my favorite fruit
I’ll always love oranges, Nsukuru