Love Yourself

“In our society, people might search poems about loving yourself the way you are or poems about loving yourself first, they might listen, suggest, sing love yourself by Justin Bieber, but they still fear to accept who they are.”

A hope-filled poem on self-love and acceptance Love Yourself, was first published on the Instagram account of the young Indian English Author Ritika Gupta.

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Love Yourself is mostly an assertion toward self-acceptance, no matter what’s your color, race, beliefs, ideas, family, background, history, caste, looks, age, gender, desires or sexual orientations! Unless and until one accepts his or her nature or temperament, she remains lost, sad, and at times even self-demeaning and regretting. In our society, people might search poems about loving yourself the way you are or poems about loving yourself first, they might listen, suggest, sing love yourself by Justin Bieber, but they still fear to accept who they are. In a country like India, where a person commits suicide every few minutes somewhere near your vicinity or in the state which is a few thousand kilometers away, one needs to understand, that everything, literally, begins ay the other side of fear.

In the following lust or love poem, I wanted the reader to sing and read the poem aloud with me. The poem begins with the consciousness of the dynamics of present-day society, issues, circumstances. Recently, the offensive and pathetic law against the queer has finally been taken down, crushed, and burnt into ashes in India. The first three lines thus were intentionally inserted in such a form, that subtly also underlines the world around me to the people. At the same time, I wanted to express my support to the kinar and queer of not only Delhi, but whole India, and beyond.

The poem after “sing along with me” was untouched with any kind of intentional editing or copywriting. I wanted my heart to remain as bare and natural as possible, to reach my audience directly, without any manipulation, force-rhyming, or aesthetic aims. Thus, in many ways, the critiques can very clearly point out to the very style and form of the poetry. Firstly, it is not a direct erotica or desire poems for her. Secondly, the poem might not be very poetic or even lyrical.

I want to clear out, that this is where my invented style differs in terms of other kinds of poetic forms; distorted poetry is more about on-the-spot venting out of emotion but in a very rap-like or musical form. Moreover, it is more about feelings than intellectual scribbling. Lastly, it is not a slam poem. The major difference between distorted poetry and slam poetry is that, slam poetry is mostly spoken, and it has certain rhyme, and rhythm, whereas, distorted poetry moves on modern or even postmodern ideals. The poem is often written in prose form, which can suddenly digress from one meter, rhyme, even style or form, in such a way that they do not sound either a like a verse or like a lyric-poetry, but nonetheless, the piece will be poetic if read, even silently.

Concluding it, the beauty of the following piece is that almost anyone on this Earth can relate to it, feel it, sing it, and can transform one’s outlook and attitude towards her life and herself by just doing so.

If you have seen the documentary The Secret then, you can even repeat the following few lines (especially the quoted ones) every morning before leaving setting yourself up for your daily tasks and routine. Try it. And drop me an Email or Message, if you need any further support. I cannot guarantee you the cure, but hey, I trust myself; I promise will try.

 —Ritika Gupta AKA @ritikapeace 

my dearest lady

ah! and you gentleman

and oh sweetest trans’

hark this and apply please,

sing along this with me,

“I’m gorgeous,

I’m free,

let people wander

and drop into the mystery

while I play wanderlust

through my own chords

in my own special ways

accepting who I’m

I’ll breakthrough ever definition

of how they conclude

my being!

I’m gorgeous

I’m worth it

I love it

that being,

in those reflectors,

I kiss, I believe in, I respect,

I love that being,

I love who I’m!”

© Ritika Gupta

Read another poem from my other series, TITLE (A poem) by the poet Ritika Gupta aka ritikapeace.

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