Sometimes it feels wrong most times it feels ugly
But self-love's not the kind to pin me to the wall and fuck me
Self-love is the kind that lets me scream at the right times
It is a fucked-up poem it is a battle cry
It is setting a boundary sometimes
Staying quiet even though you think you are right
Picking a bath over your second shower
And praying to the unknown for a Goddamn hour
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Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...
