In myself, now that I am enough
I still smell the wide eye ashes that swing in mid-summer
jealous rains that stir up tornadoes with rage and determination
determined to disrupt everything we’ve been planting
determined to stay longer than I intended
rational about my thoughts
what they use to say- darkie, cooning-Negra
I pay that no-never mind these days, what I am…
don’t get me wrong, I still melt when I hear those words but,
the bones I am becoming, are welded in bones of stone
a hue of splendor, dashingly dark red lit with determination
small fame, now that I enough, I don’t need hormones to be tall
or cat-eye lashes to be seen
now that I am enough,
my words are enough
my voice is enough
my shout is resurrected
my stance is secure
my purpose is steadfast
my prayer is fervent
my joy is made whole
now that I am enough… Kindness sis Krissy
A Poet's Vision 
You are strong and marvelous! What a beautiful poem!
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too kind my friend thank you
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To be so strong is wonderful but even better is your promise to all of us that “enough” is enough — because there are days that we feel not strong but … enough! Thank you.
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so true on the days when we are not so strong… Bless you my friend Maren..
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Well worded. I love it!
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thank you America On Coffee!
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“Welded in bones of stone.” Yes! “Hue of splendor.” There’s just something in your choice of words that feels restorative. Krissy, you’ve always been enough for us. Thank you for this tiny healing session. 🙏
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thank you my friend truly grateful!
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