avocado

heroes unsung
amid the sea of tastes.
many of them are women.

unappreciated,
overworked,
overlooked,
underestimated.

but who does that now, you ask?

when green and yellow
could never come together
at once they did.
and they do
and it is good.

different tastes,
new experiences.

you haven't.

get ready, but don't
brace yourself.
it will be subtle. you'll smile.

things will stay the same --
pretty
much.

taste it.
it's here.

kiwi

look deep.
what do you see?
nothing, you say.

outside.
what do you see?
ugly, you say.

now notice
how everyone sees
a different type of you.

outside
see the ugliest face
or the most stunning profile.

inside
a heart of gold
and a mind so bright.

when will you
see your own light?
shine so bright.

hide what you must.
keep it inside.
outside, you are different.

you know not
what you don't see.
you

are
what you're
not.

grape

stick together, girls. it'll do
much better when you
stick it out in the long run.
when the day is finally done
and the new sun starts to rise,
that's when you'll surely realize
how to figure out this sordid little
life of ours. in the middle,
that's where we'll be. stuck.
wondering when our luck
will run out. if even that.
picked off our place in the drop of a hat.

one by one, we fall apart
quickly. they aim straight for our hearts,
straight for our guts.
no ifs, ands, or buts
because we are better than this
life they've given us.

no menial housejob will
do. you can do whatever it takes, still,
it takes time.
but once it's reached, it's so ever sublime.

stick together, girls, it's nice --
no one's telling you otherwise.

banana

the golden luster of her skin
reminds you of cool summer breezes,
and the song of the wind
lilts so as she pleases.
she is scared.
she has dared
to venture out and explore
the world around her. more
and more she sees things so clear.
but no one must know, no one must hear.

no one must know, no one must hear --
her exploits have driven most all to fear.

and so he found out at one junction in time.
what was she to do then?
she ran... until this serious crime
was committed: her end.

he beat her senseless.
she could not look him in the eye
nor scream
nor cry
nor fight back.
her skin bruised brown and black
aching, swollen, broken.
inside she felt like mush.
as if she had been worth nothing,
no seed to sow,
no life to live.
she could not take it anymore.
she ran towards him and fought back
and punched and yelled and kicked
harder than ever
and gave up.
a final blow to the face
split her skin open, wounding her precious
sweet truth.
there was mush.

and there was nothing to live for.

strawberry

the sunset in your eyes:
what a nice surprise.
the calming afternoon glow
is as soothing, so --
my heart smiles and warms.
what a beautiful charm.
your face, so naive, so innocent.
pleasant surprise for what spent
and that you deserve.
if only he had the nerve...

kindness does not fall far from the tree.
the challenge is in finding it, see.
staring you in the face, you're quite unaware
to find the spectacular things that are there.
like truth and the beauty, free it shall make you feel
and find peace in yourself, that love really is real.
love blossoms in the vine, so close to the heart:
a wonder how you didn't notice from the start.
unknown to your eyes he was holding your hand;
unknown to your heart he will surely understand.
of swift fortune and luck to have found two so true.
a kiss on the cheek, whisper 'i love you.'

a whirlwind romance of intricate detail
woven into and out of by friends in the hail.
to see you so happy, so sweet and in love
both smiling like strawberries in heaven above
we've yet to see frowns, and i hope we never do:
as long as the strawberries never turn blue.

sweet as the sweetest, taste me so fine.
make me feel so ever sublime.