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
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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