Eggshells & Coffee Grinds

I dropped a whole egg into my cake mix.
And yes, it was the KitchenAid stand mixer I saved up years to get.
The motor, set at 6, immediately crushed the egg,
and shattered the pieces into a million more pieces.
I stopped the motor and attempted to pick out all the shells,
but there were too many.
One egg, easy to handle,
became many shells, impossible to divide.

I baked the cake (my supplies are not unlimited)
When we bite in, little shells here and there add an...interesting texture
I tell the kids it’s an adventure cake because with each bite
You never know what you’ll get!
Eventually, I threw the cake away despite my children's protests.

The next morning, I forget the coffee in the french press
(My supplies are not unlimited, but I’m a healthy kind of bougie)
When I finally remember and go to pour my coffee,
coffee grinds pour out with it.

I’d like to believe I’m a good cook and careful person.
So let’s just say
I’m choosing a lot of adventures these days. My belief informs my interpretation.

What if the United States believed, fundamentally, that me and my people are human;
and treated humanity as one whole body?
Wouldn’t that be easier to handle?
Instead, hate shatters our body into pieces;
then a million more.

Which adventure will you choose?
Are we in this together or will we let them eat (eggshell) cake!?!