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Why did no one tell me love was so easy...That I could indeed find it in my own body?
Why did no one tell me love was so easy…That I could indeed find it in my own body?
Mama, you talk to me of love And tell me how it feels like nothing else ever has Or ever will Makes you do unspeakable things Sends chills down your spine The whole drill But this entire scenario of love And feelings Comes from another being Mama, Am I not enough for myself Do I need someone to make me feel things? When everyone goes off to sleep And the lights are dim I try to make love to myself; I hold myself close And spill patterns of the galaxy Onto me I take longer showers And sing I spread colours onto sheets of paper Myself on sheets of cotton And become an artist – I am my own masterpiece I am my own Charming My hands finally feel like they belong And I gush over and over Why did no one tell me Love was so easy That I could Indeed Find it in my own body With my own body Tresses wild Bumps along my skin Something I had never felt before Mama, I just locked myself in a room Until I started feeling liberated Aren’t you proud of your little girl Who spelled her name on herself Over and over Until it meant me.
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