Self Love Poems - Poems about Self Love

Give Them The Price They Want

When folks accuse or blame you,
just stay calm, keep quiet.
They run the world, it seems,
and there’s really no winning against their words.

So just keep going forward.
Give them the price they want.
Let go of whatever makes them mad.
Step back when you need to,
stay out of their sight and reach.

That’s the reality—if you’re open enough to see

The poems I should've never had to write

The poems that weep with grief 
The one that bleeds a sadness unnoticed 
The ones that grieve the erasure of colour
I wish I didn't have to write poems 
To convince you of our pain 
The one that stains every word on every page
The ones that can't bleed out of existence 
The ones that break and

A black girls stance on self love

A black girls stance on self love 
Is one not often understood 
One that take years of healing 
One that understands the process of feeling 
Because in a world that shoves hate down our throat
You can't be surprised when we swallow the bare minimum 

The relationship between a black girl and herself 
Is one not

Being Happy With Yourself

They always have said become one with your self
Be your own happiness instead of needing someone else

Don't allow anyone to be your strength or your lifeline 
Be content with yourself by having good me time

When you think about it those statements are true and less stressful 
Less drama and misunderstandings which are painful

No need to

Time In Heaven

A bouquet of fresh air never fades.
In an intimate setting.
The ocean is veiled in secrecy.
Murmuration's breathtaking patterns.

Starlings moving as one entity.
The ego is a third party.
Your secret admirer.

Harmony without effort in nature,
dreaming up a vast green pasture.
This is no ordinary slumber.
 
Sweet, rose-colored winds of change,
The ocean is an incompatible weather vane. 
Dread and dream

The invitation of love into a black woman's heart

Deep down she was a hopeless romantic
Masked with hate because she thought she couldn't have it
After all she was a black woman 
When she asked the world for love it laughed at her 
It's why she gave up, a story so tragic

Growing up in a world where white was the beauty standard
And being black was

Strawberry Girl

Pretty
Is a concept
You'll never 
Understand

If you think 
I see you
Through endeavours
Of the hand

I love
You make the effort
Appreciate
Your style

I love you
Past the surface
Just deeper
All the while

You paint
Just like a rainbow
With hues and shades
And stuff

Yet beautiful 
Has found you
Already
You're enough

Her journey to self love

She sat in front of her vanity mirror 
Her reflection felt unfamiliar 
The girl in it didn't look how she pictured 
She felt like a visitor 
In a body that should be familiar 
Yet somehow she felt like a prisoner
Not knowing how to feel about the person in the mirror who reflected her 
She wasn't

God Gave Me You

We both jumped off a cliff, 
I fell 
You flew 

We both went for a dip,
You swam
I sank to darker hues

Each night my dreams play 
On replay
These similar troublesome tales
Yet the day brings the light
Which reflects the words I only dare believe 
From your eyes
And the rhythm of your heart 
Beats several strides slower
Just so

The art of letting go

She wouldn't let the guilt warp her mind into believing its perception of her
She knew who she was
And she was is a girl who's been deeply hurt
She knew deep down no one was coming to save her 
That she would have to see herself 
Hear herself 
And listen to her self 

The pain ached
It felt

SELF LOVE

Love yourself my loves.
Loving yourself will set you free, just like a bee, flying freely in the air we breathe.
Free to enjoy all of life’s sweet moments, like a love in a dream.
Make a plan that you can achieve all of your dreams.
Loves may come and go, but you will always have yourself to love.

She wore the wrong thing that day

That day she decided to speak
For too long they had called her meek
She woke up early 
Decided she'd wear something that would compliment her curvy 
Spent hours on her hair making sure each and every follicle was extra curly 
She wore dark red lipstick to cause a lot of controversy 
Her mom saw her said

Our crown

Our skin shines like gold 
A story waiting to be told 
Our eyes like chocolate 
And nothing can top that 
Our hair the halo we wear 
Whilst they stop and stare 
Totally unaware 
Of the black power we share
Our skin loved by the sun 
Our beauty a vision 
We are golden 
Something that can't be

Moon of the Wild

She came in silence where the cedars sway,
A lunar hush beneath the argent trees.
The serpentine wind curled words she wouldn't say—
Just breaths and bow and coolness on the breeze.

Her sisters moved like stars in cascade flight,
The Hunters, free of longing, fierce and far.
Their eyes held depths no lover dared to write,
Each step a hymn beneath

The little girl at the muesum

Museums
A place full of stories
Of art
Not just in the paintings 
But in the people too

A little black girl walking hand in hand with her mother 
Her eyes lit up in wonder
Wandering what she would discover

While she walks around 
Spinning around
And jumping up and down

She doesn't see
That everytime she jumps the light reflecting on her beautiful

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