This is not where I belong
Sitting behind a desk
When my hands crave for more
Wanting and needing to create spectacular dishes
Things your mind could not even imagine
With ingredients you can not pronounce
This is not me
Sitting in a class room
Towards a degree I have little to none interest in
Fiddling and mindlessly sitting there
When I could be learning how to plate and create
Forced into this mold my parents thought fit
Trying to be the NORMAL “college kid”
But sadly this is not me
I've tried and have failed at this life.
But I know who I am and I know where I belong
I belong in a buzzing city
Where everywhere you walk you are overwhelmed with the smell
The smell of food that will make your mouth water for more
I belong in a kitchen
A kitchen where I am apart of the staff
Sweating and running
Trying to plate your dish beautifully
I am a creator
designing cakes that will calm even the scariest bridezillas
I am an imaginer
Paring strange and exoctic ingredents together
I will be a pastry chef
Plating and making many smile by the joy of what's happening to their taste buds.
Making many happy and creating memories with my desserts.
I am proud to say that I do not fit in
That's who I am and who I want to be.
A creator. An imaginer. A pastry chef.