Tag: love

I know it’s not woke
To let others tell you
What you are worth.

But it’s hard to estimate
That
Yourself,
When life has shown you
Bulges where none should be
And curves where lines were.

It’s hard when you try
To explain
And the ones you love
Misunderstand.

It’s hard when the mirror
Gives you a hard look.

It’s hard when your mind
Reflects the mirror.

It’s hard.
Because you are not
When you look at me.

But
I also know
My cup of tea
Is a balm for some.
I can invigorate
Or relax.
Some.

It’s not woke to see myself
For others.
But it’s the test for souls
That need bodies to reside in.