Self-Love, or, Ego

Sometimes the best kind of love,

Is loving one’s self.

Perhaps, it is not arrogance,

But a beauty in its own right.

 

A heart does not beat for a person,

It beats for a purpose.

And maybe it’s okay for that purpose

To be self preservation.

 

Look in the mirror,

Screw what the scale says.

Just see; don’t analyze.

See the rise and fall of your chest.

 

You are alive today.

And you don’t need to be

Somebody’s vision of beauty.

Be your own damn vision.

 

Wear some sweatpants.

Watch some TV.

Share the love.

Live your best life.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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