What do we do with so much shame?
Always thinking that we are to blame,
Our faults we list, too many to name.
We forget our beauty, and call ourselves lame…
Our minds too scattered to tame.
Our spirits and souls we repeatedly maim.
Trying to extinguish our exquisite flame.
We need a new beginning. A complete reframe.
One where we hold ourselves in full frame.
The part that’s ours, we fully claim.
The parts that aren’t we now disclaim.
“It’s not all our fault,” we proclaim.
“We are free of our BS stories,” we exclaim!
We grant ourselves our slice of fame.
Sky’s the limit, and high we aim!
Ducit Amore 