O Avocado
I knew you were what I had
because my parents gave you to me
so I decided to want you
I don’t have the spices to make you guacamole
but I have a spoon to eat you
and I don’t need a plate because of your skin
your color ranges from
green, my favorite color
to
white, my least favorite color
there are even other specks
I can’t tell whether you are slightly over- or underripe
but I still enjoy your tangy and creamy complexities
the best part is your core
a hopeful seed
I will grow you
into a beautiful plant