Bones I am becoming:

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





8 thoughts on “Bones I am becoming:

  1. Maren

    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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  2. rhcwilliams

    “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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