Recipe for making Jay (the poem that changes with time)
5 cups of confusing emotions
4 cups wanting to be normal
3 cups Society
6 tablespoons my life during my teen years
2 handfuls of parents, bullies, and everything in between
10 teaspoons insecurities
½ cup accessories (if any)
1 pinch of anxiety add more if need
Preheat the oven to 123 degrees Celsius (253.4 Fahrenheit).
In a large black bowl, combine wanting to be normal, society, and my life during my teen years. Mix at light speed for ten minutes, until the dough forms a blackish lump.
In a separate, smaller bowl, stir handfuls of parents, bullies, and everything in between until thawed. Then quickly fold into the main batter until completely engulfed.
Add the insecurities and knead carefully, spreading the insecurities throughout the whole lump. This is a most delicate phase—too many insecurities will make the dough fall apart, but too few will make it dry and fossilized.
Once insecurities have been kneaded in, sprinkle accessories (if any) on top. This is the point in the recipe where you can add your distinct flair: the shortcut hair, the glasses that double as a barrier to the soul, the dark blue hair standing on end, the content cries, or the depression for example.
Bake for 7300 days in the back of your mind. Remove from the oven and let sit. Should be burned black around the edges.
Add a pinch of anxiety and add more if needed (recommended). Serve frozen or boiled in the lava of mental illness.
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Personal teen experience framed through universal adolescent struggles
Dense layering of identity concepts, societal pressure, mental health across recipe metaphor
Dark, self-deprecating tone; depression, anxiety, burning, mental illness imagery dominate
Rapid-fire ingredient list, urgent action verbs (mix, fold, knead, burn, serve)
Approximately 25 lines including recipe steps and ingredient list
Extended metaphor of identity as recipe; vivid sensory imagery; personification of emotions
Lyric first-person experience addressed to reader via imperative recipe voice
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