I wish it was easy to love myself.

As easy as plucking a peach

From the tree in my backyard. 

But it’s not. It’s like reaching for that lemon

That fell in the neighbor’s garden

And that’s the neighbor with that ferocious dog who bites with abandon.

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Loving myself needs the constant beeping of reminders

Flashing on my screen that tell me,

“Baby, it’s okay to be imperfect,

To not have perfected a round roti

Or how to balance rhyme scheme in my poetry”.

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Loving myself might not be a simple script

But I want to practice it, still.

For it’s something I require to live a life 

That’s beautiful and filled with joy.

-Armaan

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