Friday, January 8, 2010

A single slice revels them by. Naomi shihab Nye


An apple on the table
hides its seeds
so neatly
under seamless skin.

But we talk and talk and talk
to let some body
in.

This poem connects to ishmal because he trying to hide all his thoughts and pain inside. He thinks that if he releases his pain people will think down on him. But all he as to do is to talk to someone that is like a counselor so he can let people in that he never did in the war. Plus so he can go out and meet more people without hurting them.

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