
(source: seriouseats.com)
On the day I was born
You saw me
My heart like granulated sugar
Little drops of innocent sweetness
The kind so pure
Everyone wants a feel and fill of
Including the ants
Who really have nothing to offer in return
They come asking for ‘some sugar’
Even they know what’s sweet
I became smart in my own ways
Learning my share of lessons from life
I took pride in the great pyramid I built
Heart now hard like cubed sugar
I swore anyone who wanted a taste would sweat
You were there warning me
A little drop of water could mar me
I am not invincible yet
Life told me I hadn’t seen the start
The worst began to take a shot at me
I tried, God you must know that
You know I could only withstand the heat for so long
They told me the heat was good
They told me the most painful lessons
Would bring out the better in me
Behold my heart a golden syrup finally
But I fall short
I ain’t no honey
I still attract ants
Water still dilutes me
I am tougher than a cube
But I bend under pressure still
There is no way to complete this story
There is nothing within me
That could turn this tale into a fairy one
The only way is to remove myself from this story
Change the writer
Who appears obsessed with the various states of matter of sugar
Maybe for a writer who’d paint me as dust
At least, there’d be hope for a diamond in my end.
*flaccid smile*