Laments of an Avocado
I Was Not Picked
I tried to be the best on the tree
Adorned in my best green outfit
I applied skin smoother
To get rid of blemishes and discoloration
And hoped to be picked
****
Competing with my siblings
I maintained a uniform distance between pips
A symmetrical body
And just the right weight
To be picked
****
Last season, my sister was too big
She was not picked
The year before, my cousin matured
But remained small in stature
He was not picked
****
This time, I was the right size, color, and shape
I was picked
****
At the store, I sat with others on display
Customers came and examined us
Some were gentle; others pressed and pinched us
I waited in vain to be picked
****
In the end, I became overripe
No one wanted me anymore
I was now picked for the compost pit
****
On reincarnation, I will try another line
I will come back as the best-looking orange
And hope to be picked
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Wanjiru Ciira
I'm a story-teller with an interest in the human condition. I write on relationships, health, aging, parenting, travel, and fiction. I've a background in journalism - feature-writing, reporting, and investigative journalism.
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Comments (2)
Oh that was so sad. I hope he gets picked as an orange. Loved your poem!
Wow..I was smiling through out😍 beautifully written.