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Close your eyes,  
exhale the weight,  
of all of those bones  
tucking in all those body parts,  
the follicles,  
the cells,
the shapes and shades so heavy,
set down the faces  
of folk that you've dismayed,  
situations you aren't proud of,  
the seas of your self-doubt.  
Instead list me three,  
three things you like  
about your brain,  
the way it's wired,  
the meaning of joy,  
the things that have given you strength
when you thought
you didn't have any.  
Now your history,  
places you've stepped,  
opportunities taken,  
spaces you've shared
much of your love.  
Hold your hand out in front of you,  
palm toward face,  
open your eyes,  
imagine that palm is a mirror,  
give yourself three -
three somethings,  
three snapshots of parts of you
you adore  
things about your armour,  
the body that bestows you so many honours,  
parts that allow  
the passions of your soul
to stretch out
and grab at the impossible -
it is possible.  
Put up that hand if you'd tell me one,
one beautiful hymn to your own rich tapestry
and if you can't
put up your hand if you'd share
some admiration of another,
close by you,
almost in reach,
save it up,
gift it to them,  
under this here Moon
and all her energy,  
we are
so worthy,
every one.