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My Love, The Powdered Donut
My heart stops when I see you
Pastries, cakes, and muffins surround you
All I see is your round white body
Your sweet aroma draws me to the shelf where you sit
Growing stronger with each stride
A sharp excitement fills my chest as I pick you up
It’s been so long since we were last together
I put you in the cart, rushing to finish my errand
So I can get home as quickly as possible
And taste your long-awaited flavor
I almost fall as I burst through the front door
I search frantically through the grocery bags,
Looking for you, my delicate pastry
When I find you I smile
This is it
This is that special moment
I’ve been yearning for the breathtaking flavor
Of your powdery flesh
For as long as I can remember
Slowly I open your box
Like plucking off the roof of your house
You are there, waiting for me
Tears come to my eyes as
I finally bring you to my open mouth
A sweet volcano erupts as I bite into you
Powdery heaven coats the inside of my mouth,
Causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head
I see the o-so-bright light of happiness, it blinds me
And then your bread, your sweet, sweet bread
Numbs my taste buds with its remarkable flavor
Everything finally makes sense
I know the meaning of life
When I swallow you, I am left with sorrow
I notice the powdery residue you left behind
You're not gone yet,
Some of you still lingers
I smile as I lick my fingers
I love you powdered donut

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My attached poem “My Love, The Powdered Donut“ is an ode I wrote for Language Arts class in 7th grade. Before this, I had only attempted poetry with the attempt of writing a song, (but I’m 13, so that's not going to happen), so this area of literature was relatively new to me. The prompt was to write an ode about something you loved, something that made you feel good whenever you thought about it, something that was really special to you. Of course, being in middle school, most of my classmates wrote their odes about their phones. I chose something a little deeper. I wrote about my love for powdered donuts. This worked so well because reading a love poem about food is just naturally hilarious. I enjoy making people feel good and laugh so I wanted to write something that would be entertaining and fun.