After Kai Davis
I wake up each morning loving myself so goddamned much.
I love me so immensely, so echoing, with so much joy
I choose me the moment I get out of my bed and haven’t I earned that?
Haven’t I deserved the right to not know any other self-love than this?
To love me the same way I love everyone else?
Despite what my family has told me I’m worth,
Despite what the boy who spit on me slurred between his teeth
Ain’t I cherry blossom beautiful?
Ain’t I a glowing crystal sun?
Ain’t I this springtime bloom, so soft and strong and growing in every damn crack of this pavement city?
Ain’t this sky full of so much light,