Tough love

Sometimes I get caught in little spirals of self-loathing

And feel the need to give myself only the toughest love

For some bruises to poke to remind myself of my goals

And weaknesses.

I always manage to snap myself out of that

Purest ecstatic self-loathing masochism,

Buoyed by the realization that normally feels like a lead weight that

The world hasn't gone out of its way to do me that many favors.

So I remind myself to love myself gently and with tender care

And take some time to pumice the callouses

And tend to the whippings' wounds that we all know we all know

I don't pretend to be extra-martyrific

Because we're all trannies sometimes

And we all need some spiritual cuddle time.