We judge like Gods
Tall is handsome, fair is beautiful

Lean is sought-after and brown eyes simply maple
We don’t look twice at the dark

Or the generous around the waists
And the thighs, forgetting the shallowness of skin.

Physiognomy is the pear and the apples
The avocado and the lemons

We are only a fruit, an apple in the eye
Yet what perpetuates long after we are gone

Are only the seeds we hide.