Big, small, long, short, regardless of the shape what’s inside of me is the same, yet it’s always different. I can take you around the world, yet I can’t move. I’m silent until I open up, then my word knows no boundaries.

Brown hair, fair skin, a signature blank. Worth more than every penny in your every bank. A smile quite coy and eyes that wander. Could anyone paint a countenance fonder?

Fuzzy brown without, within I’m green or yellow or ruby red. Little black dots all over. Also named after a bird. What am I?

Green on the outside, gold at the core, Mash me or slice me; either way, you’ll want more. Smooth as butter, clad in armor so thick, But split me in two and you'll find a big pit.

My mother had little negativity; my father, a lot. They had individual toxicity, but together, did not. They taught me the right and wrong way to be, but little is more brittle than me. What am I?