during the springtime nights,
when you find yourself unable to
breathe, fingers firmly holding the
white circular shape of your toilet seat
the unpleasant scent of vomit lingering in
the air, think of how beautiful you are
think of the pretty thoughts you carry
amidst the day
ignore the society for one tick of the clock,
then two, then a million until you regain
your breath
until the nights of your relentless suffering
cease & vanish and happiness overtakes
your lovely soul instead of the noir spirits
which violate you
encourage yourself to give love to your
body, because you're perfect, you're
handsome, you're gorgeous, no matter
who you are
no matter what your gender or race is,
god crafted beautiful people everywhere
different cultures & different languages
prove the soil's diversity, the earth's
pretty boys, pretty girls, pretty women,
pretty men, pretty you and pretty them
