Words Mubaraka H.
Digital Art Alifiya S.
this little brain inside my stomach
blobs into a twisted array
when somebody tells me
is not their bae.
Oh I wish you could see
how cheddar cheese
in all its golden glory
oozing out of my Jucy Lucy
is enough to drip
into every crevice and crack
carved into my heart
by your definition of baes;
how it fills them with effortless ease
and unlike him… it stays.
Please tell me it’s not just me
when they take a majestic looking oreo,
fry it until it frizzles into a royal brown
enthrone it with a crown
of cream cheese and chocolate syrup,
its imperial aroma
sending me into a perpetual coma.
And about those long slim dancing potatoes
never in a box would they uniformly stand
reminding me how fitting in
should never be my plan.
with a crispy little smirk
offering me their inner softness
they make me smile with their tantalizing prowess.
So now it’s upon you to determine,
whether your bae is better,