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,

shining

directly

on

me?