Self respect
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You see, I love me
Self acceptance. I can accept myself
When at first I felt the need to be validated by everyone else.
You see, I love me
Self awareness. I am aware of my feelings and thoughts
You see, I love me
Self acceptance. I can accept myself
When at first I felt the need to be validated by everyone else.
You see, I love me
Self awareness. I am aware of my feelings and thoughts
It is true that nothing fixed was not first broken
When the rays of sun filter through the clouds and breathe spring into early May
It is only a deep exhale after winter’s tense, repressed torment
Exasperation flows all over me
When I hear them giggling behind me
It occurs to me that
They are happier than me
I knew it when she touched your shoulder
And I
Walked into the public bathroom alone
And the distinct smell of
Urine and nail polish remover filled
Me with a sense of urgency to
Finish quickly
Dear Sam,
Sometimes I'm not sure if I miss you or the way you made me feel.
Sometimes I'm not sure if I can live another second without feeling the way you made me feel.
Sometimes I'm not sure how you really made me feel.
Dear Body Mind and Soul,
First off, let me thank you for all that you do,
despite all that I don't.
When I was 13, a boy told me this is how you kiss, that gifts show affection, and that this is love.
I started laying bricks down.
A mist of sawdust moved by the exhalation of a sleeping craftsman
With a start he wakes blinking in the late afternoon sun that slinks its way through the drowsy shack
A six year old girl ran to the bathroom
And stretched Scotch tape from her eyes to her ears
To make herself as pretty as girls society consumes
To hide her insecurities, and fears
F or those who lose sleep over the opinion of sheep,
L ose a sene of self-respect.
A dmiration for the things I have done
W ill never define who I truly am.
L eadership fuels my body on a daily basis, however
“Look at her, what she does, atrocious, repulsive, how wrong.”
Numbly I agree, since the talks not about me,
Yet if I had the choice, I’d speak my inner voice to those who judge blindly.
You are more than this.Than glamour magazines.Than women on the runway.Than girls at the makeup counter.
She used to be beautiful.
The kind of beauty that
Really mattered-
A kind soul,
Self-worth found in every moment
And the courage to stand up for those who can’t defend themselves,
Those poor girls, this poor me
trying to navigate womanhood
not knowing which way to look,
Respect comes in many forms
Being quiet while someone else is talking
Saying please and thank you
Holding the doors for others
All forms of respecting others
It was as a child I learned I was happy. There was only the present moment, and there was never any pressure, no ideals to conform to, no desire to impress.
Growing. That's a scary thing to do.
We don't realize that every day we change, little nuances in the way we move or speak.
The way we cross the street.
This poem is dedicated, to all those ladies out there who ever made it.
Those ladies aren't Malibu, their skin is hardly medicated.
Those ladies aren't rich or famous
Those ladies are you, me and us.
