A lengthy scroll for our revered king, Rea Kochar, written in response to the great literature she has blessed us with.
Broken glass can be beautiful
When reflecting the light of the sun
And you shouldn't let yourself feel unwanted
When the truth stares back in your eyes
You will never be just bones with me ruling by your side
For your people and I will fill you with happiness
We'll replace fears with memories
And constant pain with unconditional love
We'll feed into your happiness, bend to your will
Respect you, be kind, requirements fulfilled
Know that you will never not be good enough
Who are we to reject a pearl who thinks of herself as still being sand?
True value can't be found in strengths, weaknesses, memories and pain
It should be held in love, friendship, all that you've gained
Because you don't deserve to have the right to recognize that stolen from you
By the thieves named depression and self doubt
What you deserve is to know your value
To know your price-pricelessness.
In closing, I want you to consider this:
Maybe reflections don't matter
At least, not the ones that stare back at us with unloving eyes
Maybe the reflections that matter are internal
The ones that help us recognize the most important beauty-the kind that resides within
Because numbers on a scale don't matter
What matters is the number of people who love you
That number should always, always be at least one
That one must be you
Because that is all that matters.
P.S. plz marry me it's for politics
