The poem "A Single Slice Reveals Them" by Naomi Shihab Nye
An apple on the table
hides its seeds
so neatly
under seamless skin.
But we talk and talk and talk
to let somebody
in.
This poem talks about Ishmael because he keeps things in like seeds in a apple he looks like he liked the war when he hates it and wont's it over and also he has a hard time showing his feelings toward people he only shows the hate toward people.
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