From sea to shining sea, each one meant to be //
blessed, possessed, with life and liberty //
But between the premise, the promise, and reality //
there exists an abyss of inequality
Our offering: //
cakes baked in the shape of her womb. //
Poppy seeds populate the holy center, //
gifts of gratitude to the goddess of fertility; //
this, our devotional expression— //
cakes for the Queen of Heaven.