Each dumpling is unique: the presentation, the texture, the scent, the taste and the value

Many dumplings follow a common recipe,

a taste enough to satisfy,

a taste of trying to make enough for a living

Some dumplings have a little seasoning to it,

the ones who have a little spice in their lives,

the admirable risk takers

A few dumplings follow a secret recipe,

the ones who conceal themselves from the rest of the world,

but with their distinctive taste and rare scent they’re the valuable ones

Other dumplings are served in bamboo steamers,

the ones who leave the greatest impression,

but underneath their presentation is devastation

And this dumpling is the awkward dumpling.  

I’m the dumpling who’s wrapped around a string of anticipation,

hanging on a ceiling of inspiration