Self-Love is a Rebellion
A Fierce Poem About Embracing Your Flaws and Finding Strength
In a world that often demands perfection, self-love becomes a radical act of defiance. This poem is a battle cry for anyone tired of hiding their flaws and ready to embrace every jagged edge with fierce pride. Self-love is not gentle, it’s rebellion.
I am not a whisper in your quiet halls,
Not a shadow hidden behind your calls.
I am the thunder breaking through your night,
A wild flame burning fiercely and bright.
They marked my cracks, my jagged lines,
Tried to cage the fire in their confines.
But every scar is proof I’ve bled,
A crown of strength upon my head.
I embrace the parts you call “flawed,”
The messy battles, unshaven jawed.
My imperfections, my raw, true skin,
Are revolutions raging deep within?
Self-love is not soft; it is a fight,
A rebel heart igniting light.
Against the world that tries to tame,
I roar my truth, I claim my name.
So judge me if you dare, or sneer,
I stand unbroken, proud, and sincere.
Because in loving all I am, I rise
A rebellion blazing ‘neath open skies.
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Zainoo
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Comments (1)
This poem really hits home. It makes me think about how society pressures us to be perfect. I've seen friends struggle with accepting their flaws. Self-love is definitely a fight. Do you think it's harder for some people to love themselves because of the constant comparison on social media? It's powerful how it says every scar is a sign of strength. That's so true. We should all embrace our imperfections like this poem encourages. How can we spread this kind of self-love message more?