I have so much love inside of me that I often tried to find someone to give it to.
Yet it never crossed my mind that the person who needed my own love was myself.
I always wished that someone would love me the way I loved them.
But who knew that all the love I had inside of me could be given to the person looking back at me in the mirror?

I am a universe of its own.
I am a beautiful soul with energy emitting from my fingertips.
I have an aura that's as beautiful as stargazing in Alaska.
I have soft loveable thighs who rub against each other when I walk because they cannot live without touching each other.
I have a contagious laugh and whenever I whisper "I love you" it sounds like the gods put it together to make the perfect melody.
I have difficult thoughts, often, but I am perfectly imperfect.
My hands have a delicate touch that could make you soul travel through the quantum of space and time.
My energy vibrates through the universe with love and compassion.

I am beautiful in my own ways.

I believe every single person deserves their own love.

Who taught you to hate yourself?
Who said you weren't enough?
Who taught you to talk to yourself in such negative ways?

You are you.
You are beautiful.
You are an endless bundle of energy.

Don't talk negatively to yourself because your soul feels it.
Give yourself some love.
Remind yourself daily that you can do anything that your beautiful heart desires.
Accept your flaws and accept what has happened in the past.

Forgive yourself and forgive those who have hurt you.
I know it hurts and I know it is hard.
But giving yourself some of your own love will be the best thing you could ever do for yourself.

Love every inch of your body from head to toe.
You are enough!

Be happy, love life and most importantly love yourself because there is only one of you in this whole entire world and out of everyone you deserve your own love.

His hands are large and strong
I knew this all along
Strong enough to hold me down

Smiles are contagious
His are crooked and malicious
Watching me squirm, crying

My daddy is not safe
I know now because he was taken away
But I thought this form of love was ordinary

I didn't mean to get him in trouble
But I was afraid when his hand was my muzzle
Now everyone looks at me like I'm made of glass

My mom says I can't talk to him
But I just don't get it
He said he wouldn't hurt me

My daddy wears orange
Mom answers his phone call with a look of warning
His clothes are in boxes down in the basement

There's a stack of papers on the counter
That mom's been staring at for the past hour
I think I need to help her with her homework

We make the bed with stains across the mattress
I don't think I can keep up with this practice
I pretend I don't see the guilt in mom's eyes

My mom and I sleep next to each other at night
Because we're both afraid he'll appear in the morning light
Looming over us with his hungry eyes