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,


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.

2 Responses

  1. 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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