the art of loving yourself

today i feel sad
i got out of bed 
and i found myself mad
at the fact i wasn’t dead
 
the bird singing 
out my window
left when i cried
for him to go
 
the sun pierced out 
from behind my shutters
i’d rather blackout
cause now my head hurts
 
i went down to have breakfast 
but i didn’t have enough time 
i wanna go back in the past 
when nothing ever had to rhyme
 
so i went to brush my teeth
because society and people 
do not like you if you reek 
and you end up all alone
 
i caught my eye in the mirror 
avoided the look of it 
then when back to make clearer
that i was the one on it 
 
small eyes wreathed by dark circles 
my hair a mess in disorder 
cheeks punctuated with pimples
that face has nothing to offer
 
so i wash it and make it pretty
put a bit of foundation on
otherwise they will feel pity 
for the sleepless night i pulled off
 
but that’s only what they think
i did rest 
i even wore a dress bright pink
on my quest 
that i dreamt of 
 
i catch my eye again
who is she
a warrior or a weakling?
i think i know her better
 
she can do good things 
she knows things 
she has a mind and a powerful voice
don’t cross her out, there are consequences to this action
 
she has a presence
she knows who she is
she has a nice face, doesn’t she?
and the hair is perfectly shaped
 
a feeling of belonging 
to the whole universe
nests in my heart
when she looks at me
 
i have only just met this stranger
but i think i love her
and i think she loves me
and if she doesn’t, i will make her
 
because she seems like she is good enough
so why shouldn’t i be?
i am she
she is i
 
in the end i think
today i am worth it 
and if anyone thinks the opposite
then let them: 
today i have decided
that today i love myself.