Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Tonight I am writing myself my very own love poem.

Baby opens your eyes and see that you are
beating youreself down to achieve
inner peace and tell me that ain't the most ironic form of
liberation and you will
never succeed.

The day that you overcome those
self constructed barriers and
all the hurt that you place in your own mind
you will learn to love
the very shape that is you
the art that your very shadow
casts on this world
and see that you
you are worth it

and you are loved.