the honor

to what do i owe the honor,

i wonder.

why act with no one to see?

my worth comes from others,

or so i believe.

my heart is full,

or so i hope.

i try to do better,

but my brain tells me NOPE.

i no longer accept this,

not even as a joke.

what i wrote earlier was true.

i based my feelings off of you,

one moment at a time, i practice and i tried,

until soul came through.

what do I owe the honor i may ask?

well yes, i owe the honor to me. to we.

it doesn't matter who stands there to see.

i emancipate myself through love.

when i honor myself,

i set myself free.