Bake me a cake

April 30, 2018

I am a recipe.
Two cracked eggs of light when laughing with my friends late on a Friday night.
One table spoon of olive oil for times I sit and watch the vibrant paint roll off the brush and onto my canvas.
One table spoon of baking powder, my hard work rising me to my potetial after I push my self each day in school.
A stick of butter for my slick sense of style and rythm.
Two cups of milk for my snowy maltese puppy and the vast quantity he holds within my heart.
¼ cup of sugar for my sweet demeanor, ready to comfort any and all in times when they need me most.
3 cups of flour, balanced and grounded.
Together, I make a vanilla cake.
Bland when thought about, rarely anyones first choice or favorite treat.
But when devourded, suddenly the elements of my composition delight all who encounter me.






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