Snooty Fruit
A pineapple in a bowl of kiwi
Stand tall and proud, mom said
But I would rather, they didn’t see me
Standing high, above their heads
Mother was always so proud
Of my textured skin and headdress
I found it, unbecoming and loud
Standing apart from all the rest
How incredibly awkward
Being the center of every display
Just once, I’d like to be offered
A big enough bowl, to lay
It occurred to me, just recently
The color beneath their skin
Is bold and green with envy
Which explains my lack of friends
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
