pineapple

Unwelcoming on the outside

Pokey and prickly

Harsh words from strangers

Don’t reach my heart

When you’ve broken through though

Piece by piece

Layer by layer

I’m trustworthy

Sweet

Hopelessly attached

(if you’ve been around long enough)

extraordinarily entertaining

And uncommonly tangy

when I’m sleepy

Each tiny fruit holds a unique facet of me

Ultimately

I’m an acquired taste.