I feelmy peelslowly coming awayfrom

I feel

my peel

slowly coming away

from the fruit inside.


My shell

is cracked

leaving my meat exposed.


But I'm okay

knowing those around me 

will protect me.


They become my peel and shell.


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
Guide that inspired this poem: 


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