Slice of Cake

It will be sweet… enough

No one will notice

I just need enough frosting to hide it

They won’t see the burnt parts

The scars from another rejection letter

Student’s loans are due

But like the batter in the mixer

I’ve been beaten down until mixed well

Into this society of the mostly have nots

I need to add more sugar

I need to make sure it has enough frosting

The tears broke out of their cages

The tears are sprinting down my face

I keep saying it will get better

Got second notice in the mail

No one will notice the salt from my tears. The sweet aroma will scare away the fear of homelessness.

I better finish dressing the cake

I feel like it would do better than me at the job fair.

White frosting, Rich flavor, and one slice takes over the whole plate.