I keep myself in my pocket
and take out when I’m bored.
Precious as a lover’s locket
my self is not easily ignored.
Sometimes, when I forget
who I am, when I can’t remember,
I become impatient or upset
for what seems like forever.
That’s when I reach for myself
to make sure I’m still there.
I’ll even look at someone else
because it helps to compare.
I love whatever I find in me,
and if I don’t, I don’t care.
My beauty’s for others to see.
If they like it, I want them to share.
R. Charboneau
