Little Red Fruit

They think I'm crazy

I don't doubt

Because tomatoes are what I'm about

Why do you like tomatoes?

Why do you need this?

Simply because tomatoes give me bliss

I’ve grown up eating them

Is what I say

And I’ve liked them since the first day

Grand pa’s garden was the place

I had my first bite

And from that moment on, this little red fruit never left my sight

I love the memories that they bring

From childhood to yesterday

And even when I was asked to prom with a tomato bouquet!

Now that tomato bouquet is no lie

You are free to believe what you want

But when I saw it, I was not nonchalant

I love the glossy color

I love the tart taste

I’ll never let one go to waste

Family calls me the “tomato girl”

Friends laugh at my affinity

But I guarantee, I’ll smile if tomatoes are within the vicinity

But more importantly

Why do I need fruit?

Why did this girl write a poem about something with a root?

Tomatoes have come to be my symbol

As weird as it may be

It is a part of who I am along with all the unique things about me

I am proud of who I am

Every strength and every flaw

Tomatoes are just one, big piece to my own jigsaw

Without tomatoes, a part of me is different

I wouldn’t be the same

Perhaps some other fruit would replace my beloved nickname

Whatever the case, I’m sure I’d be happy

But for the time being

It is something red and round I will be eating

They think I’m crazy

I don’t doubt

Because tomatoes are what I’m about