I am a fully-formed cake.
I have been whisked and beaten.
I have been placed in the hot oven, and I emerged victorious.
I exude a decadent aroma.
I am a delight to taste.
I am whole.
Be the icing on my cake,
And we will uplift one another.
Be gone from me, if all you want
Is a slice of me, while you offer nothing in return.
I am fully-formed.
I am nourishment.
©Ivie M. Eke 2016.
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