If I feel beautiful, but you do not tell me so—then I am so.
If I do not feel beautiful, but you tell me so—then am I so?
If I am proud of what I have made, but you say nothing—then it is good.
If I am not proud of what I have made, but you say you are—then is it good?
If I work hard, but you do not say so—then I do.
If I do not work hard, but you say so—then do I?
I am a child, boasting of self-determination, swearing by my faith in myself.
Yet can I not determine my own self worth?
Can I not quantify how many karats my touch is worth?
Can I not estimate the use value of my creations?
Can I not translate into dollars per ton the worth of my love?
Must I depend on you for my own value?
My sense of myself is worth more than any two of yours.