Treasure Island

Cecelia Weir

(March 19,1955 / Fayette, Alabama)

Acceptance Of Your Good Self


Accept yourself
You're trying to help you.
Don't get offended by your own thoughts
Guess who gets hurt, first?
Your thoughts isn't birthed
Just for mental contemplation
But Thought gives birth to change.

Never be afraid to change
More Opportunity and Prosperity lives there.
Love, Progress and Success engulfs you
All because of the favor of God.
But you've got to love you enough
To accept just who you are
And it all stimulates and proceeds
By your acceptance of your good self.

Submitted: Saturday, July 14, 2012
Edited: Saturday, July 14, 2012

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