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.



3 Responses to “Soft-Serve”

  1. Manasi Naik on December 17th, 2020 11:00 pm

    Wow …. excellent
    Keep it up

  2. Smita on December 20th, 2020 6:46 am

    I can’t even imagine that anyone will write on this subject
    Too good

  3. Cheryl Robertson on January 24th, 2021 7:01 am

    This poem is powerful. It tugged at my heart and stirred uncomfortable feelings: disappointment (Do I do that to people too?), anger (Why can’t we just love people…whole people…for who they are?), pride (The poet captured this issue so poignantly.), and impatient hope (We can be better, right? This will be a distant memory some day.). Anushree, thank you for writing this and for making the reader look at herself and vow to do better. You are an amazing human who MUST keep writing.

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