Self-Love Poem by Aisha S. Kingu

The gifts I hold,
Are blessings untold,
From childhood's grace to the present bold,
A crown upon my head, a princess's light,
An identity woven in gentle might.

Flawless skin, eyes that gleam,
Lips kissed with a soft pink dream,
A sharp nose, a vision keen,
Cheeks so sweet, a soft serene,
Lines that speak of wisdom grown,
Beauty and brains in one are shown,
A package complete, a force untamed,
A weapon of power, unashamed.

Nurturing myself, with tender care,
And nurturing others, love to share.
Self-love, the call to life's embrace,
A journey within, a radiant space.