Know It's Me: Poetry

Self Love

I look at the mirror to eyes that are lost,

A man that gets up every time that he falls,

He buckles and bends tryna hold all the weight,

But he gets up and carry's it day after day,

I look up to him and I love him a lot,

Protecting his peace cause he's all that I got,

I pick his head up on the days that he's sad,

I tell him I'm proud and that I got his back.