Cookie-Cutter Baby

She’s a cookie-cutter baby
living in the Paradise of cities
with the cookie-cutter education
and the cookie-cutter hobbies.

She’s a cookie-cutter doll
with a cookie-cutter Country Club.
She has a cookie-cutter body made of sugar, butter
and money;
a cookie-cutter brain and a cookie-cutter heart.
She’s white, pale, vanilla
—stale;
designed to play the role
she’s been given.

But she doesn’t have a cookie-cutter soul;
the cayenne inside her
ready to explode—
and for the first time in her life 
SHE LET’S GO.

She explodes out of her cookie-cutter role.
She becomes the girl
she adores.
Her vanilla transforms—

She’s a cookie-cutter baby brimming with
cayenne, ginger, cinnamon and gold—

if you look real close
you’ll see the scars where her wings
erupted   through her cookie-cutter body
setting free
her cayenne soul. . .