Cake
by Gaby Ramirez
I shouldn’t, It’s wrong
It is not mine to take or mine to taste
My sugar level rises
Today’s gain tomorrow’s mistake
I should stop it’s not right
But I can’t, I can’t stop I’m such foodie
As I bring the fork to my lips
My palms sweat, my body shakes, and my tongue dries up.
The cake in my mouth tastes like edible gold.
I taste it and think it can be an award-winning cake.
I can’t wait till my next piece!
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What drives you?
"I am"
by Natalia Lewis
I am everybody. I am not myself.
Oh! The many books that weigh on me - the overused shelf.
If I could be like you, one person or another.
I am sure that Iwould. "What would happen?" I wonder.
The driest desert, the rippling creek. I cannot be the night or day, I am the dawn.
The buck or the doe, I am the newborn fawn.
I cry tears of a sadness, I cry tears of joy.
I like to create -- I live to destroy.
If I were one person would You love me more?
My personality is a ship sailing in a storm.
The darkness that shows in me, is fought by the light.
I rejoice in peace -- I learn to fight.
But most of all I am the world.
I wait to see, as my Identity unfolds.
Art by Emily Cary