"Before this poem turns intosomething about you, I am going tomake it about me. I just wanted..."

“Before this poem turns into

something about you, I am going to

make it about me. I just wanted to

remind myself about the amount

of passion that seeps from my pours,

and makes its way to the surface.

Or about how much truth

I am able to hold

without even realizing it.

I’m always writing about you,

and I think it’s time

that I finally write about myself

to let myself know that it’s okay

to fall in love with your solitude.

That it’s okay to see yourself

before you see others. I am

the only one who is allowed to

break myself. I cannot be ruined

if I don’t let myself become wrecked.

My hands are in charge,

and if I want destroy my body

I can, because it’s my being,

my flesh, my everything attached.

There is no such thing as vanity

when you are studying your curves

and becoming infatuated with the way

that your body is able to move.

And if I am considered to be conceited

for being able to make mends

with myself, for being able to

flatter myself when I need it the most,

so be it. Because I would rather

be called arrogant then to shame myself

for admiring every piece of me

that I have grown so proud of.”

- "For once, this ones about me," - Colleen Brown