I am a mango in frozen salad

Frost covers us all, 'till we're cold to the core

and mangos taste funky in a salad

 

Exported to the motherland, alone

 

I am a mango inside a blender

Only mangos and a frozen me, blend

Blend until the slush mixes into one

homogeneous. i feel like I'm like they.

But I, unlike they, am covered with frost

the frost covers my tongue; they can hear it

but i'm here to learn, not to melt the frost

here to understand and then warm the ice

I am a mango inside a blender

I get stuck in the blades; the ice won't melt

 

the summer heat of the motherland melts

the frost grips tightly outside, but inside

I'm no longer frozen stiff, much more warm

I'll embrace being a frozen mango

 

I am a mango inside a blender 

and I'm a mango inside a salad

I'll never fully mix with either worlds

 

But that's okay. Sometimes frozen mangos

can cool and relieve the motherland's heat

and they aren't always funky in salads

I now embrace the frozen mango life