They love me they love me not
Innocent with petals
Horrifying with daysDays where love waxes and wanes more frequently than the moon does
And the reflection in the mirror taunts meMy hair my body my skin tone
The way my nose spreads wider when I smile
The features I own have been passed down
A lineage of history and cultureAnd I must remind myself
That it takes courage to love the parts of yourself others don't affirm as beautifulEveryday when I wake up and I affirm myself
Even when my heart does not co-sign what my mouth says
I am courageously choosing me
And that is the essence of love
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Moonlight ( A collection of poems)
PoetryMy collection of recent poetry and older poems as well. Updated sporadically :) Contains mature topics