Don’t ask me if I’m “good,”
ask me if I’m grateful.
Don’t be sorry I’m sad,
be relieved I’m not numb.
Don’t tell me I look beautiful,
tell me you see me.
Don’t call me a bitch,
support me when I’m brave.
And please
Don’t call me “sweet,”
call me authentic.
Don’t hope for me not to be single,
see that I am so full of love it flows into every man, woman and child I meet.
Don’t call my confidence
Vanity.
Don’t call my kindness
Weak.
Don’t call my optimism
Naive.
Don’t call my boundaries
Rude.
Don’t call my self love
Entitlement.
Don’t call my generosity
Impractical.
Please don’t call my playfulness
Immature.
Don’t pity me as a fool,
because I live in faith.
Don’t call my calm perspective
Indifference.
Don’t think I’m insecure,
Because I love you no matter what.
Don’t call me unstable,
because I don’t believe in imprisoning my life within lines that protect me from living.
Please don’t think my vulnerability
Is anything other than my strength.
Watch me fall,
Up.
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