November 27, 2020
I am a swirl of flavors,
both vanilla and chocolate
Some people like me separate and others together.
Those who try to separate me, make me feel as if I am melting, while some contemplate whether to throw me away or to stick me in the freezer.
They like to put me in different dispensers, each part of me far away from the other,
only sometimes together.
They don’t understand what it’s like to be swirled;
being swirled means not belonging to the world around you.
In one part you’re too chocolate and in the other, you’re too vanilla.
They call swirls “exotic and new” like we’re some animal in a cage at the zoo.
The ways both parts of me are portrayed, make me feel as if I am playing a tug of war with myself that cannot be won nor conveyed.
But know that I am a swirl and will remain a swirl no matter how much you try to pick me apart.
Yes, I will fall and will sometimes melt away but my chocolate and vanilla are here to stay!
I am not too much or too little of something, for I am not the ooey-gooey soft serve I used to be.