I am white and green. I do not discriminate.

I wait for a road.
Will it be nature that takes me? Or will it be an animal?
I do not care. I exist to serve.
A sphere-ish lump, biding my time.
I have spent most of my life in a large box, along with hundreds like me.
I look down, seeing green.
This green part is like a leaf, protecting my base.
I have known it for as long as I had lived.
I think it’s a part of me. But it blackens,
Until it is gone.

Now I sit on a wooden top. A man bends over me,
Poised with a shining object.
It comes down, splitting my naked body.
Unimaginable pain racks my body.    
He does it again and again, dicing my body to pieces.
Yet I can still think and feel.
Finally, the man cradles my parts,
Walking towards a pot.
He dumps me in, and I burn.
I sighed with relief, as my suffering came to an end.