Poem By Erica Young
Giving time to find ways to appease others,
To seek an acceptance...
Is like attempting to put icecream,
Inside of a heated cake freshly baked.
If one is not a certified baker with expertise,
Why waste the time trying to please different tastes?
I've learned to dance to my own tune I create.
And I have been blessed to keep my own pace.
With a discovery I can sing in harmony with many.
To uncover a few who enjoy doing the same thing I do.
I've found that being oneself is the key to find the right rhythm.