I. AM. ENOUGH.

Am I Enough?

Will you give me up?

Am I the source of your strength,

Or the source of your ever changing quench?

Never knew one to stay.

Makes me bitter.

But I pray every night.

That my heart stays light.

The despondency I may feel will not stop my rise.

Shining, that’s my goal.

Not for money, but to showcase a clean soul. 

If you’re interested in me,

Come get to know me —I don’t bite.

Just know my love is for real,

I won’t always follow your will.

I want the real thing.

I want you to be sure.

I want a deep thing, 

Don’t want to end up wanting something else more.

But this generation is tied to untruths.

The roots of justice is unused.

The pursuit of freedom

Is stained not by the condemnation of entanglements.

What’s the meaning of that?

Don’t we deserve to be treated with respect?

Ladies.

Gentlemen.

Servants.

Masters.

This is no threat.

We all have roles.

However, I flipped my disposition.

Didn’t you know?

I come from a family,

Sworn in by women who serve:

Men that never hear their words.

How could I be one too?

The issue may not be,

Am I enough for you?

Are you enough for me?

Rather I should see,

Am I enough to be free?

Free to be me.

Free to be in pain.

Free to be confused —this brain is elite, but it also comes with indecisive rules.

Who knew that losing everyone would make me choose me.

The face that I see everyday is one that must be free.

She is enough for me.

I am enough for her.

I am changing how I get treated on this new path of self discovery.

You’re getting left behind, or brought along for the journey.

Buckle up to see, on which side you’ll be!