Green, barely yellow
She says they're fine
She likes these bananas
She wants me to eat them
They don't smell sweet
She thinks they're fine
I can't open it with my hands
I take a knife
It looks okay
I can't peel it with my fingers
I cut it open
I choke it down
She thinks she's right because I ate it
She thinks that the banana was sweet
I swallow my words
They're bitter.