I didn’t know her
Till she learned to love herself
To know she was deserving of love
To give love, to receive love
I didn’t know her
Till she could comfortably live in her own skin
Knowing that if she breathed for the very last time
She would have lived her all
I didn’t know her
Till she could acknowledge her own voice
To speak and live in her truth
Content in knowing that she mattered
I didn’t know her
Till she knew herself
That she’s always been ‘a me’ not ‘a us’ type o’ girl
Uniquely her in every way
I didn’t know her
Till she knew herself
Until she knew
I am her

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… and she is blessed!! A lovely share!
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Thank you Warren. Blessed indeed 👍🏽🙏🏽👍🏽
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Beautiful poem. This really resonates with me. It takes awhile to build up confidence in yourself and to be comfortable in your own skin. I love that moment of realization of loving yourself though.
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Glad this spoke to you!!! I believe revealing yourself to yourself and accepting you in your truth is most liberating. 💪🏽 😊💪🏽
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This is a marvelous poem Dee. Bravo.
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Thank you Sadje!!!
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You’re welcome!
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😊🙏🏽😊
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👍🏼
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Self-love begins here! Lovely. Thanks for the follow.
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Absolutely-tutely Florence. You know it. Self-love is key. Looking forward to enjoying more of your work. Thanks to you too. Cheers, Dee
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💖🙏
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Truth! ❤
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Indeedy Eliza 💕
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Beautiful and so relatable, Dee. ❤️
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Hey friend. Indeedy 🙏🏽💕🙏🏽
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