Watermelon Prison Poem by Kelly Zion

Nobody likes me
I’m a little black seed
let me climb above the vine
and be a watermelon tree.

I’m white and I’m round
people like to spit me out
I’m not ready to break free
but I want to get out.

People say I’m fresh and sweet
but they soon get tired of me
I’m not wanted unless it’s hot
everyone’s so watery.

I have nothing left in life
I am nothing but a rind
the world has eaten all my sweetness
and left me here to die.

How can I protect everyone?
I’m just the watermelon prison
when I’m ripe they’ll get their knives
and cut this world open.