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an orange matters By Chainka


she was sleeping with her mom on twine sized mattress 

her mom was a waitress 

that spend half of her salary on the sleeping drugs 

they loved each other

but they had to constantly pack their bags 

she has never seen her father, not even one time

he didn’t call, but she thought it was alright

she hasn’t seen the other life 

life on that side


my father overloaded my lunchbox and i looked for someone to share it with around 

and then there was her, a girl never spoken to but spoken about 

i sat next to her. she didn’t look away

our eyes met. 

i asked,

“so, how was your day?”

the silence 

“it was okay”

i would’ve gone back to the class, but for some reason i’ve decided to stay 

i guess i knew it was the other way


and i shared the orange. mentioned that the weather was getting cold

such a significant event

i never knew how important it was ‘till i got old

and she called


she didn’t believe in God, she said

so she had no idea why she was telling me that


on that day she was thinking about taking her life

and right at that time

when she got it all planned and finally plucked up the courage 

i sat near her and shared my orange


such an innocent thing 

made her believe

that it was a sign from above, sayin “it will all get better”


the silence 


i guess small things size of an orange matter

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