The Appraisal

Sometimes, I wonder what you think
when your eyes pass over me.

Am I boring you?
Is there a stain on my shirt,
some stubborn wrinkle?

Do I look, sound, or act too
ridiculous, or perhaps
too sure?

Impossible insecurities
leak out my brain,
run down my ears and
coat my throat to form

biting words,

but I choke them into


I will not trip up
or dress down
to sway your

Appraise away!

I remain intact
because I know my worth,
with all strengths and faults,
biases and boundaries.

I know and love.

I know and love me.


Rae of Chi Speak

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