Brain Goo: A Collection Of Poems

and she adored it all

She admired herself in the mirror

Skin golden and brown
Hair dark and coiled
Eyes warm and kind

She ran her hands over each bump, each curve, each hair, each blemish

And she adored it all

"This is not narcissism,"
She told herself,
"No, this is a wonderful thing"

She hugged her skin, closed her eyes
And wished that feeling upon everyone she'd ever loved