Somebody Tell Her
Somebody Tell Her
Somebody tell her that she’s beautiful now
Because she never sees it until its too late
Somebody tell her now
So she doesnt have to wait
Until a later date
To realize
She was beautiful all along
Somebody tell her she is beautiful now
So she can feel it, right here right now
Because she never realizes until enough time has passed
And by then the now is later
And once again she doesnt see it
She only sees it in the past version of herself
She never sees it in the now
So somebody tell her
That she needs to be her somebody now
To somebody,
You are beautiful now
Love, somebody
This poem is a love letter to women. This poem is a love letter to self. This is a reminder that you are beautiful, now. This is a reminder to love yourself, now. This is a reminder to be your somebody, now.
The feeling of missing yourself. The feeling that you missed yourself. The feeling of missing out on who you were then due to preoccupation with things you viewed as wrong about yourself in the moment. The experience of not being able to love yourself in the now, but having that gut wrenching feeling while looking back like ”wait I actually looked so good here" or, "I've actually beeeeen that b”. But it’s deeper than that. If you don’t say it out loud, or think it in your conscious brain, somewhere inside of your soul there is a voice saying “oh shit I miss her” or even “oh shit I missed her.” This goes for the physical you, the mental you, the spiritual you, the creative you, the business you, the everything you.
But it’s deeper than that. It’s always deeper than that. So many of us experience this heartache when we look back and realize we didn’t appreciate certain parts of ourselves. We are taught not appreciate ourselves. We are taught self love and self admiration is selfish, self centered. And maybe you can love yourself a little bit, but fully? This human society isn’t built to accept that. Especially from women. Women’s inner light and magic has been historically shamed. Historically shut down. And that is by society as a whole, individuals, and all the people places & things in between. From a very young age we are taught to play it small, not take up space, and speaking up or speaking at all is “causing a scene”. We are taught these things from parents, teachers, coaches, even peers, movies, the wording of books, the wording of history, and so on and unfortunately so forth. Loving yourself is protesting against society wanting us to dim our light, ourselves, our essence, and our worlds. In this world, as a woman, you are essentially a walking protest if you express yourself genuinely or have an opinion. Being a woman in this world who loves herself is absolutely a walking protest, damn near a riot.
In simultaneous teaching with the idea that self love is self centered and women should “shhh”, we are taught to center others. We are taught to seek validation from others. We are taught that loving ourselves at a certain level is weird and wrong but when we get love from others- well thats something to be celebrated. We are taught to stray away from our own inner thoughts, our own inner light. We are taught that we aren’t worthy unless someone else says so. And if a lot of people say so? Well then you are more than worthy, you are a star.
They wanted us to stray from that inner light because we are already stars. We shine so bright and can see so clearly on our own, and they dont want us to know that. It benefits a lot of people when you doubt your own power. It benefits a lot more people when you trust and believe in your own power, your own compass. Wherever you’re going, outside validation isn’t going to get you there. Someone else telling you they love you still doesnt mean you love yourself at the end of the day. Or in the beginning or in the middle. The whole world could tell you they love you and it still doesnt mean you love yourself. And without self love, love coming from the outside has no foundation to stand on therefore it means nothing. And without self love, it’s easier to get hurt and or lost and or worse out here. You have to be able to give yourself what you need, and that truly does start with deep self love. Your hugs to and from yourself have to feel like enough. Your “I love you” should feel like medicine. You should be your best friend, your biggest fan, your lover. Everything and everyone else outside of <you> is and should always feel like icing on your already perfect cake.
This is a reminder that you are the entire cake, the party, and the after party. You are the everything. You need to be your everything. Act like that for you. You can and SHOULD give yourself the love and the flowers right here right now. Be the walking protest. Love yourself now. You are and always have been that girl, that woman, that b (respectfully af). Own it now and remind yourself that anything that says otherwise, even in your own head, is a lie. You are beautiful, now. Love yourself, now. Be your somebody, now. The world quite literally needs you. I love you.
Love, PAJ
There is also an artistic short film in this collection of works entitled, “Somebody Tell Her” // follow the link below to watch!
