I like bowls better than plates.
You see, bowls make sense to me
ATTENTION:- some drawbacks to bowls
Their pronunciation is tricky to me.
I’m talking about bowls, like souls.
Bowl reminds me of basketball, football and
how I can never play them in a game but maybe play them in a play.
reminds me of the time my mom cut my hair bowl cut shape and I had to go to school looking like Dora the explorer.
Bowls are better at bowling with friends ,
Or brawling at a nightbar, bowing down to elders
And also, making bowel jokes.
Plates are better at pilates? I don’t know.
No hate to the plate but try eating ramen off a plate
And watch it spill and spill
See this is why bowls are better.
The plate cannot contain my emotions
It displays my lack of morals as if it’s on sale for 99 cents
The plate mocks me for gulping my thoughts down with noodles.
Plates reminds me of the loose ends
Leaves me hanging mid-air like the string of spaghetti dangling off its side
doesn’t reply to my texts, ignores me.
Plates bore me, they’re boring. It holds no surprise.
Except when it “unknowingly” risks my shame
And exposes my vulnerability to the audience of the restaurant I’m eating spaghetti at.
The Super Bowl sounds amazing and how lame does the Super Plate sound?
The bowl holds my emotions together, embraces me.
It masks my shame and hides my imperfections in layers
The top layer seems mysterious but you never know what surprises hide inside
Take a spoon and grab a bite
Your spoon will get gulped down like I gulp my noodles
Like I swallow my manners, my thoughts and myself.
A plate could never hold my emotions, it’s barely holding itself.
A relative once tole me to grow up and eat on a plate.
The problem is I never grew up.
You see, the circular ceramic walls,
which tastes like cold cement and feels like home just kept growing bigger
Loomed my body like sun
As my shadow kept getting smaller
and my bowl kept getting smaller.
Don’t tell me I have to eat on a plate.
Don’t tell me I need more food.
You’re acting like the demon plate that haunts me with a bowl cut every night.
Just because you don’t have to fight my food fight,
Fight my food fight
doesn’t mean you can command this war.
You can also have a perfectly composed beyblade match on a bowl.
You see plates trigger me, they trigger my body fat
Maybe I like bowls because it reminds me of me.
Plates have sleek, clean, slim design, perfectly liked by everyone
The main course of every party
While bowls are served with soup
Who wants soup? When you can have a perfectly pristine meal on a plate
Outside the life of this party,
I scream,
Please consider my bowl, my soul
It’s all I have to offer.
I hope someday I’ll say,
I want more meals now.
I want more meals on a bowl
No not just soup or oatmeal
Give me something daring on a bowl and we’ll come to terms.
I wanna see pizzas, served in bowls.
I want bowls to rock their curves and be brave.
I hope one day, plates and bowls will be best friends and gossip about spoon and fork
Joke about how they’re each others’ soulmates oops bowlmates.
Maybe then I’ll put myself on a plate and let my imperfections and insecurities spill.