Ode
Grandma's Sweet Potato Pie
I can barely remember you because you died along with her, and it's only her daughter who makes you now. Something's missing, but I can't quite put my finger on it; you have the same creamy texture, smooth like the rarest satin suited only for the highest of royals. You still have that unique shade of brown and I can see the specks of spice; it reminds me of her freckles and stars in the night sky. Your crust was always crimped and flaky, so different from her. She could not be compressed, forced in a mold, and she made sure she was always there until she couldn't anymore. It all blends into this perfect sweet bite of nostalgia, comfort, and home except, except something is still missing, and I still can't see it. Maybe the thing missing is her: "It was made with love." It's quite bittersweet to think of you. I miss you, I do, but sweet potato pie, I miss her more.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Assessing Your Worth: Strategies for Self-Reflection
Determining your worth We all find ourselves questioning how far we can go and estimate our value, what we bring to the table, and how much we can foster evidence that we are worth it and that our presence is meaningful in the room we muster up our courage to be in. Ever find yourself in that mindset of having to earn the right to be in every room and beholding your self-worth at the mercy of others? It is exhausting to think that you need to prove yourself constantly. We live in a world where it is easier for people to deprecate and devalue others, trying their best to burden their insecurities on them and make themselves feel superior, rather than honoring genuine human connection and making the person feel heard and seen. While it is easier to forge superiority over connection, empathy and genuine openness to one another are what we need as a community to foster our social well-being.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
