When I was a baby, I loved myself. My mess didn’t bother me, and my cries never startled me. I knew that I was complete.
When I was a little girl, I questioned those around me and told them when they were unfair. I raised my voice and showed them I wasn’t beat.
But alas , the world didn’t tolerate that in girls
When I was a tween, I danced around on my own. I felt a joyous connection with my body. I marvelled at my beauty from my head to my feet.
But alas, the world didn’t tolerate that in girls
When I was a teen, I began to grow angry and unsure. At times I was angry at the world but slowly myself, I did begin to cheat.
And alas, the world preferred me somewhat that way, but still remained too much of me for them to bear. I gave them chunks of me to eat.
When I was a young woman, I forgot who I was. I hurt myself and called it pleasure. The vultures circled me, sensing my diminishing body heat.
And there I was exactly where they wanted me, feeble and weak.
One day I realised that I am all that matters to me, that day I became a woman. I grabbed hot sand from the ground and threw it at the vultures, I broke their beaks.
I stood up and embraced myself . I then walked feebly to fresh water. I bathed myself, smiling as I did so, I sat down and grabbed my feet.
I am a woman now. I will not live to serve up my pure essence and call of love. They will come to me as equals, honouring me. As for me, myself I shall meet.
And alas, some may like it and others may not, but I will love myself with all that I have got.
