Dear Young People,
I was fifteen before I realized that no one could ever love me as much as I loved me
And a revelation of poetic, creative, fertile ideas were released inside of me
Never before seen
Because somewhere along the road of puberty and aging I ran into scrutiny and unhappiness
That took over my body like a sickness that took off it’s shoes and got comfortable in my being
I was taught to despise the one thing that was truly mine
Stuck in chains slung on me by the very community that built me
But
We can’t surrender
Because one day, all you will have left is
You
and no I don’t mean the physical you
Your body isn’t you
I mean you
Your soul is you
The way your face lightens up when your favorite song comes on
The way your bright eyes go wild when you’re excited
Or how your soul radiates like the sun onto the lives around you
Because you’re worth every thought you think and sometimes flowers have to grow
even when no one is there to water them
So please be in love with your life
Love your freckles,
Stretch marks,
Bruises,
and birthmarks
Because these things are evidence that you’re living
We need to stop romanticizing toxic mentalities and feelings
Remind each other that right now we’re all on the same planet
Doing our best to survive