Poetic Bipolar Mind

New Episode: “Self-Worth” — Everything Has a Price. Except the One Thing That Doesn’t.

What would you sell yourself for? In Episode 3 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind podcast, “Self-Worth,” Kiana Jimenez prices herself piece by piece — eyes for a penny, lips for a nickel — in a poem that starts at “Lately, I feel worthless” and lands on the one thing no one could put a price on.

It’s just over a minute long, and the closing line stays with you long after it ends.

🎧 Listen now on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/episode/2tE08FKolSXH5Z0v9Nwmkj

Send it to someone who keeps selling themselves short. They need the ending.

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