Self-Respect
A poem
For literature.
The Greek gods didn’t have anything on you,
But for your smile.
The warmth of our friendship was true
Under the flowers of teenage age, it did last a short while.
Unhindered
I felt heard
Seen, unbothered.
One day it all vanished.
Tight lips replaced twenty-eight teeth.
You watched my every word;
Weighing their potency.
Judged.
I knew the flowers didn’t bloom,
I never got to know the reason why.
You intentionally pulled out the root.
Yet I stayed.
Wanted to.
Didn’t understand why.
This isn’t what friendship was supposed to look like
Me reaching out, you pulling back
An uncanny interest in someone else
You did not consider me worthy
And I have self-respect too
We would never know
What is stronger
than the human heart
which shatters over and over
and still lives.
“from Milk and Honey”, by Rupi Kaur
Till next time,
Love and light.
You can buy me a coffee
