To hold your hands and dry your tears,
to cheer you on as you strive to soar,
to reduce your worries and calm your fears,
these and more, are what friends are more.
Were there terrible men and women in your lives,
relatives or non-relatives, at any point,
who found it pleasing to compare your beauty to someone else’s,
in order to get to you and make you think less of yourself
or get you to agree to whatever perversion they wanted to try with you.
“You are fine but not as fine as your mother. Why are you feeling yourself?
Remove your skirt, let me see your legs” and such.
I bring you healing. You are beautiful, and I’m not just trying to patronize you. Don’t ever let anyone determine what you think of yourself.