Her name is self-esteem

the one I turn to

when all else fails

when all I have is 

fish bones and  a pimply face

I love her stride

the way she swings her arms about

how her neck turns with grace

careful posture her aim

all perfumed with confidence

the familiar cologne of ego; 

when life feels like a chore

I only have to look at her

to win life again.


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