I reminded myself that I am lovely
As the bird’s song danced through my windowsill
My eyes barely holding open
Against the warm sunlight that bathed my skin
I woke up ready to fight for me
Then I laid awake, in blissful peace
Listening to the bird’s song
Which pleases me
And in the pulls of my smile,
I reminded myself of my beauty
Finding it first in the bird’s purity
And then within myself
Where the song lives, chirp chirp chirping.
Poetry on Paper 