Mango It's easy to forget the little everyday miracles that makes life so meaningful, because I can feel the dirty grit of humanity trapped under my fingernails-- until I bite into one perfectly ripe mango on a hot summer night, juice running across the folds of my chin, and I think I might know what God tastes like and I am grateful for all the mess and dirt because it brought this mango, this gift into my hands.
Juanita Cox is an emerging Black mother poet who loves to play with words to create new ideas, and elicit emotions–or at least have you stop and think for a moment. She has been published by NonBinary Review, Tendrils Lit mag, Poetica, Sheila Na Gig, and Better Than Starbucks among others. She helps run an amateur storytellng group out of a locally owned bookstore, is a working mom for one adorable son, and generally is grateful to be in Boston, MA.
Wonderful poem, Juanita!
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