I submitted this poem to one mazagine and it was rejected. My passionate fingers will not cease its journey because of rejection. My heart will march on. I will not stop writing.
By Deidra Lovelace
I am not afraid to love myself
Shouldn’t it be a woman’s perogarative to feel herself into freedom?
Is it a crime for me to taste my truth and be invigorated with its spell?
Ladies, it’s time you learn to be your own exemplar devotee.
Love yourselves like he is never coming home
And all you have are your soft hands
Each line is a unique curve of power
Don’t lower your worth
Love yourselves like Adam found the Apple
And you declined to take a bite
No more tying what you feel to the first immoral act
Extricate the shame that we women were entitled to take
Love yourselves like the trees that shade you without excuse
As bold as coffee filling up a room
As intense as a base guitar
And as unprocessed as baby’s hair
This is your heartfelt song
You’ve orchestrated, nutured
Now move to your core’s throb