The Bird’s Song

I reminded myself that I am lovely

As the bird’s song danced through my windowsill

My eyes barely holding open

Against the warm sunlight that bathed my skin

I woke up ready to fight for me

Then I laid awake, in blissful peace

Listening to the bird’s song

Which pleases me

And in the pulls of my smile, 

I reminded myself of my beauty

Finding it first in the bird’s purity

And then within myself

Where the song lives, chirp chirp chirping.

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