This Poet Keeps it Real in Our New Favorite Poem About Self-Confidence

We love the word play and realness poet Zora Howard gives in her poem "On Things of Which I am Ashamed."

In this poem, Howard recounts a relationship in which she "happened upon" a text thread between her partner and a woman "with the apostrophe in her name." After the confrontation brought thoughts of self doubt, Howard has an epiphany and admits that she has no beef with either parties and won't let them determine her self-worth.

She ends the poem with these amazing lines: 
"I give each of my days to this anthem to my beauty, and her thick bones, and her tongue like a whip, and her neck be like clockwork. She’s a hefty beauty, sedentary and not in the mood to move. She sits the world of her weight on the windpipe of my self-doubt and dares it to say something."
Listen to the poem below.


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