Strawberries Aren't Cherries

I used to be a strawberry.

Where crimson red

Blends with peach

And creates port wine stains

Across my blemished face

But, I didn’t want to be a strawberry

So I turned into a cherry

Where dark red lips

And rosy cheeks

And mounds of glitter gold

Conceal my crimson skin

Until shame blends with lust

And yearning becomes desire

When beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Of the rose colored glasses

And who knew you’d lose your shape

When you pluck out the strawberry seeds

To turn into a delicious cherry

Especially when the pit finally falls

Deep inside my twisted guts

And I learn the true depths of hunger

Because what I didn’t know

Was that a strawberry with no seeds

Is still a damn strawberry

And concealer doesn’t erase the scars

Branded across

My blemished skin

And even with your

Rose colored glasses

Strawberries aren’t cherries