This post may sound a bit Maya-Angelou-inspired and that's because it is. I am constantly moved and inspired by her and her words. We grew up in very different places, times and cultures but to this day, her words paint a picture that can be eternally understood by young females no matter who or where they are. She speaks of the troubles that any girl or woman goes through at any point of their lives, irrespective of their bank balance. I had hoped to capture something of her essence and transform into me because I cannot and will never be Maya Angelou. No disrespect to her, but I don't want to be her. I am me and that's what I want to celebrate.
I, Am beautiful.
I am who I am and I love it.
From my head, down to my toes
I am a work of art.
No-one can tell me I'm not.
From the bat of my lashes
And the sway of my hips,
I am who I am supposed to be.
They may laugh, they may jeer
But it all falls on a deaf ear.
I know who I am
And I love it.
I will continue to be proud;
Of the arch of my brow;
Of the curve of my breasts;
Of the shape of my calves.
I am who I am through and through
And no-one but me, myself or I
Can change how I feel.
Beautiful. I hope most people will read this and go by it for most have lost it and are no longer who they are.
ReplyDeleteI hope they'll understand as well and the people who read this, will gain an newfound love for themselves that's self-sufficient and will no longer seek confirmation from others. Obviously it's primarily female but men can also (I hope) draw from the under-lying message.
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