Megan entered a writing contest for her Jelly Bean poem and won the category!
Tale of the Jelly Beans
There is a world of jelly beans, of
Different sizes and shapes and colors and flavors,
A bean one may dislike
Another may savor.
Now some of those jelly beans spices might seem
Too bitter, too brackish, too bold,
But despite their jelly bean differences
They came from the same jelly bean mold.
Now one jelly bean, Cinnamon, felt that she
Was far too spicy to be enjoyed,
No person wanted to eat her, she thought,
Soon she became — paranoid.
When the other beans talked to each other
She thought she knew who they were talking about
Her mind revolved around others opinions
Soon everything she did, she did with doubt.
But one day, she looked up to see another jelly bean, Black Licorice,
Sitting in the corner, head hung down
“I’m so richly sweet and strong,
Nobody likes me” he said with a frown
And Cinnamon realized that she wasn’t alone,
That there was no “grossest flavor”
So she went over to Black Licorice,
And she talked with her jelly bean neighbor.
And she shared this newfound insight with him,
And they both held their heads up high.
Saw that not every bean got picked every time
A tidbit that might imply
That there are hundreds of jelly bean types
Such as Lemon, Cream Soda, or Coffee,
And while some people do like those tastes
Others prefer Mango or Toffee.
There are jelly beans of every flavor
You don’t always know what you’ll get,
But not every jelly bean has every flavor
And are still tasted and relished yet.
And just because one bean might seem
Less pleasant than the rest,
There are millions of other flavors,
None are first, or worst or, best.
So don’t look down on any other beans,
Not one bean is trash, or waste
Because each and every jelly bean
Has a unique and special taste.
So now that you’ve heard my story,
I hope that you know what it means.
Because, if you think about it,
We are all but jelly beans.
