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.