I’ll tell you, I really haven’t mastered the art of self-love.
The surreal thoughts dancing in my head hasn’t stopped
waking me in the middle of the night. But I am trying,
I’ve been trying. Even though my insecurities are binding up,
I am accounting the fact that makes me different.
I teach myself how grateful I am, yet by the end of the day
I am ungrateful again. But I am trying. Slowly,
like my mom taught me how to use spoon and how dad taught
me to take steps – I am learning. I get all tensed up and frustrated
– but I am taxing again and again.
– M A Y U S H