Marie’s Note: While I was perusing Instagram, I came across a poem and image that stopped me in my tracks and if you reallllly know me, then you know I love a great poem. So I asked the writer if we could publish his poem on the blog and he obliged.
Echoing the sentiments that DJ has shared in the past, this poem touched me and many of his readers over on Instagram. Accompanied by the artwork of @xmissjackson, please enjoy the read and if you love their work, please give them a follow…
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I NEED You to Love YOU.
I need you to love you. I’m not saying this because I find you physically attractive
And I’m not trying to spit game, hoping your defense relaxes
I’m saying this because I’m really tired of you being self critical
I’m tired of you not realizing your own unique beauty and self-shaming, sounding miserable
I honestly don’t want your confidence tied solely to my words of affirmation
For you have the power in those Thick hips you hate to push out creation
You life giver you… ability to cause a scene
So don’t check for another you… just like you… in the pages of a magazine
Your unique build and one of a kind frame
Is the work of master builder, so don’t be tricked into shame
And if you love you truly and want to change what you see
You will still receive and hear this same love coming from me
I just need you to love the you that’s not defined by weight
Not your calorie count, carb intake, size, nor shape
I need you to love you, how you should have since day one
Before someone else tried to tell you, calling yourself beautiful outside of their standards was dumb
I need you to love you, to the point that every time you undress
You can look at yourself in the mirror and say, “YES, GODDESS YESSSSS”
Terrell K. Mercer aka @spokenfragments
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I needed this. Thank you for posting.
I found this most interesting . . . I love by that–Loving myself. But then again, I’ve been loved. It’s difficult to love yourself if you’ve been verbally abused, and or physically abused all your life. Abuse shows up in so many shades of harm. So my heart goes out to the ‘sistahs’ and brothers for that matter, who have yet to wrap their arms around themselves and said, “I love me!” But we must get there.