Between a Rock and a Hard Place
Paper Poetry Prompt #3

I am an egg sandwich; Smashed egg smushed between a rock and a hard place.
The rock — familial tradition, filial piety. The expectation to sacrifice my own needs and prioritize my parents’, Mulan style.
The hard place — the unhappiness, stagnancy and dissociation that comes with two decades of ignoring your own voice.
It’d be mighty weird to eat your egg sandwich layer by layer, so why am I constantly asked to silence one voice to fit the other?
Don’t play with your food Johnny, take a cross-sectional bite, a rock, egg, hard place chomp.
Thank you to Amy Marley for this prompt and Suntonu Bhadra for organizing these weekly prompts challenges via Paper Poetry! Eggcited to try out more in the future!
Lucy (The Eggcademic) struggles with her cultural identity from time to time, mostly with people who try to smush her into one box or another. She urges others to try taking that cross-sectional bite to understand that we are a product of all the environments we were immersed in, and cannot hide one to favour the one that others prefer more.






