Assertiveness is no anomaly to me,

it remarkably reigns over my own internal beasts.

Still it somehow seems intent on sabotaging my inner-peace,

until my confidence depletes, and leads to self-degradation in the streets.

The truth seems to thrive on thrashing only me,

whilst simultaneously improving every snail or impala's self-esteem.

This destructive quality only endangers my own sanity,

so like the birds and bees, I must also set it free.

Unlike leopards, I can easily change my spots,

as my journey into healing relies on integrity, which can't be bought.

Unless I learn to celebrate myself, I will never find the happiness I've sought.

In order to save my kingdom, self-love is where I ought to start;

no more rumbles in my jungle—it's time I listened to my heart.