Lithograph from erased highlight charcoal self-portrait, 2010–Martha Maggio
Ain’t nobody gonna love you like God, your mama, or you.
And ain’t nobody gonna love you ’til you do.–Martha Maggio
Walk in the room
No one could ever love you
Why can’t you accept
That body they reject
Is just a vehicle for truth
The truth is–
Your beauty doesn’t come from:
A great pair of: eyes, boobs, legs, shoes.
The end of a knife.
Your value is eternal, divine
Twinkle in God’s eyeshine
Not for everyone.
Far, far away from long, long ago
From freaking outer space.
So act like an alien and conquer the earth.
Or just love yourself from this rebirth.