Author's Note: Some inspiration came from the children's book "The Little Red Hen" by Paul Galdone
The Little Red Hen's Bakery
I feel the light
I see the stars
Only distance makes it far.
An empty stomach full of potential
but I can never fit their credentials.
When I finally know what I want
It's not what they're looking for,
Walking away
I find my own door.
Sweat on my brow
And my hands are numb.
But through all weather I move
Until I am done.
Not everyone I meet is friendly.
Maybe most are lazy,
But they all agree my ideas are crazy.
They say I don't have guts, resources or brains.
Listening to it all is a pain.
I'll admit,
I say they're right.
Though, only to their faces.
Behind their backs their voices are long gone.
I know where I'm going, and I am going places.
Right now it seems I can't sit still
From idea to idea my brain is filled.
I want to swallow knowledge
And experience all this world has to offer
As if it were a big whopper.
To learn a language or two
To feed a few
Or a million
Or maybe a bajillion!
To learn to dance free and to the beat
To sing out loud!
Sit here, front row-take a seat.
To learn to defend myself and look kinda cool.
Don't worry,
I won't kick you into the pool-
I'll push you in!
We'll laugh until our abs hurt.
I want to travel the world until my feet are burnt.
To hear stories that will make my eyes go wide,
to make my mind expand,
to be amazed at the world we live in
whether it was magic or planned
beautiful or hateful.
For sure, my life will have connected dots,
like the Mac computer's pops.
You know, Steve Jobs?
Right,
"Jobs"
Who needs a job?
"Not I" Said the Little Red Hen.
"I'm the boss of my own bakery."
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