A poem to self....

The lifelong quest of self-acceptance.

Waiting in the wings since adolescence.

Trying to discover its essence.

Forever researching hoping to find the perfect reference.

Her ability to make an entrance.

Often seen as an extravagance.

Why can’t we celebrate our self- acceptance?

They are so hell bent to infect us -from finance to romance.

Is it a joke to respect us?

For years our sense of self goes missing, who will start our séance?

The best vengeance is your presence.

An act of defiance.

Coloured in florescence.

She has the power of transcendence.

For too long she has served with tolerance.

Forgot your allowance, your attendance – remember your independence?

We are forever saying respect us.

Don’t correct us.

Why are you expectant?

Love for yourself is more than an acquaintance, it is your signature fragrance.

It is giving you significance.

Don’t forget your elegance, it isn’t a product of your circumstance.

As women it is time to reconnect us.

Use that annoyance and clairvoyance

Your guidance is a chance.

Time for your Renaissance.

Big love Fallon