If you loved me, held me closely,
That would reassure me.
When I lay down to sleep
I hug my body,
to be held.
It’s not wrong for me to love me,
To soothe my hurts,
give care to my scars.
To appear undamaged.
I long for a day of measure
when equality rules,
When interactions
bear love’s signature,
When smiles directed at others,
a touch, a pat on the shoulder
would all be genuine gestures,
Life balancing hatred.
I wish for a day when people would hear,
listen,
Not interpret actions, summarize anyone,
But see all people as God’s creation,
Whatever race a person might be,
Anyone could enable them,
Assist so they’d glow in God’s image.
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Amen! Change starts from within. If we don’t love ourselves, there us no way to love others. In reminding myself that I am made in the image of God, that helps me to look in the mirror and love myself!
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