Excerpt from poem “work of art”
“Twice - the number of times I look at myself
early morning in the mirror
and wonder who I am
believe me I often have to write myself a poem
to truly understand
my worth
and the poem sometimes go like this
you are a well crafted garment
strategically designed
evenly stitched with construction so refined
I tell myself I am fine diamond
but I don’t need the pressure”