Because palm tree arms wrapped round myself is breath
Because I cannot live without saying my name
Out loud
To myself
To sleep
Over and over
To know who I am
Again and again
Because there are times to paint my own nails
Blue and purple
And red days too
Time to cuddle in my words and hymns and softly
Cradle my brain to mush
To dream
To feather
Because love notes to myself are scripture to obey
Sticky notes around my room
Pictures of flowers on my phone
To remind me to care
To fly
To be this me I am
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