an ode to self-love
an ode to self-love
by Lorraine FaeI love how your front teeth are still a little crookedeven after bracesI love the stretch marks on your thighshow your breasts aren’t perfectly evenand how I can’t quite tell if your hairis blonde or brunettestraight or wavybut it’s always untamed and radiantan ode to self-love
I love how you don’t know how to dancebut do it anyway, constantly,and how you can’t carry a tunebut still, you sing
I love your unconditional loveyour doting loveyour reckless loveas if no one has ever broken your heart before
I love the way you pile on jewelry like you must wear all of itall at oncehow your style changes like the weather–just wait an hour–how you are always searchinghow you are always gratefulhow you cry and smile at the same timehow your muddy brown eyes have dark circles like canyons
how you twist your hair and pick at your lipshow you have terrible postureand scars that you worship like gods
how nothing is ever surface-level with youhow your fire burns too hothow you’re always tiredbut still stay up late to talk to the moon
you are a woman from a dreama muse out of a faerie talethe love of my lifefrom the poem in my heart
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Featured in our June 2023 issue, "Reflection"