I received yesterday for my birthday a beautiful book of poems and prose by Morgan Harper Nichols, from a dear friend that I admire very much.
We have been chanting in class a mantra that could be a response to the eternal question "Who am I?", and when I read this poem today I decided to read it next week.
Here it is:
Maybe someday
I'll point my face
right into the mirror
and actually feel
layer by layer,
that I, too,
am beautiful.
Maybe
that day
can be today.
Maybe I can stop
looking for symmetry
and learn to
embrace the blemishes;
to accept me
for me,
without the pretense
of who I thought
I had to be.
From "All Along You Were Blooming, Thoughts for Boundless Living" Zondervan, 2020
