Meeting Myself

My name sounds better

coming from your lips.

The way you

draw

out

the syllables and vowels in my name.

 

It sounds new and magical.

I

am made new.

 

No longer

is my name

crisply pelted at me.

Times of terror.

 

It is like a

l o n g

caress.

Teach me

to love myself.

This is the beginning.

A wonderful discovery

This poem is about: 
Me

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