Piece by piece I am broken down, Like a Queen who’s lost her crown
I crumble even by the gentlest of touch, Water touches a torch which dies it down with just a smudge.
At times I am that that they bite, With words of hate during a fight.
Little do they know I am built with pride, Kindness that helps me to rise.
Flour helps to keep me whole, While the yeast helps me to grow.
Even though I may appear gone, Taken away by hungry souls, Broken down by the man, Whisked away by their hands.
I can be re-built, Piece by piece I am unique, I will rise, I will bake to be alive with the morning sunshine .