I believe you,
Even when each lie falls from your lips
Like tow colored crimson Mangos.
Softly falling apart in your mouth,
With each bite the nectar gushes out, before you spit the skin along with my trust onto the dirt floor...
I believe you,
even when you pick a lie from the tree in the yard.
The branches encumbered by the stories you claim as your own.
I believe you
even when I know the truth sprouted somewhere else
still i sit under the shade of your tales.
I believe you,
Because the alternative is
Hanging myself from the Mango tree
Odd Fruit for you to pick at your convenience