I am a woman.

I live where I live.

I put myself first so that

I can support me.

I am resourceful. And brave.

I break down to cry so that

I can stand up and shout.

I can only speak for me so

I say what I know to be true.

I am told so many things about who

I should be; those words used to–

I gladly admit — scare me because

I thought my worth was baked in them.

I extract ingredients like egg from a cake.

I mix and match and spread flour about

I get messy

I learn how to make my own delight that

I alone know the recipe to.

I am delicious.

I am heated by the flame.

I am a woman.

I have made this treat of a life

for me.