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From the Apple Tree

  • Writer: Mpumalanga Zwane
    Mpumalanga Zwane
  • Feb 27, 2018
  • 1 min read

Gird your innocence, they told her

Let it not rest on fiery loins

But let your burning loins consume plenty fruit,

They told him

Pick from the olive garden,

Pick from her apple tree.

So what of her girded innocence?

So what of his burning needs?

What of these societal expectations?

You tell me...

 
 
 
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