My kitchen is either a war zone or my safe space
Chaos is present when my parents are
She's trying cook in peace
He wants to help but he's also distracted
But when the house is empty except for me
The kitchen is no more
It's my way to measure my height when I wear heels
Testing if I can reach an untouchable shelf
Without standing on the tips of my toes
It's place to let out my frustrations on the world
Release my nerves about upcoming plans
It's my stage where I perform to my cats
Singing as loud as I can
And dancing until the timer goes off for my food
The kitchen is a chaotic but good place
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My Poetry
PoetryI'm really bad a poetry, but I hope you enjoy! :) The poetry gets better, that, I can promise.
