On Loving Yourself

My body is a sovereign nation. It will be defended, strengthened, and nourished. It hears the claims of other nations and agrees when it can, but it will not be dissolved or annexed.

Its history is proud and rich; it has a culture. I love the story and song of my nation. I do not hate yours, but the light from my rugged shores shines brighter.

I may linger in your lands, dance your dances, and puzzle at your crumbling temples, but I will leave you at last. Charity alone will not move me to grant you asylum; enchant me, and I will make you a citizen.