Disgrace

I would change the way we hate ourselves

throw and trash and skin ourselves

hate the curves and bumps of ourselves

 

I would find the love of a child

a happy with skinned knees child

Content with sticky hair and face child

 

Place it inside everyone

so they could feel like someone

because it's self love that makes us One

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