that everyone curses
people poke and prod
and open wide up
to examine
if your really made of
tough stuff
we mules of this world
who carry it
all on strong backs
with clenched jaws
dont tell me about any other
people
i only know my own
how successful you
are is related to
how anti black
how anti woman
you become
and hear i stand at all those
cross roads
wondering if my adhd
mind will be silent
or my hands will stop turning over
pages of text and scriptures
and find respite
where is the well spring
the water
when your to tired to go looking
and to thirsty to even admit
you have want relief
dont make my 26 years tomm
try to mean something
package all my shyt
in a nice box with a neat bow
somethings
just need to be burned
lets the ashes
be scattered
as sacred
an atonment
an offering to a god
i soemtimes question
let me be enough as it stands
in all its confusion
and brokenness
all its want
and need
let it stand alone
be enough as it is
so that when it comes out dancing
it will count for something
it will be tangible
and quantifiable
let it live so
it may make its own memories
out of its own dreams
and for once
know it is good
it is complete
it lacks nothing
so i may know
so she may know
it is good
it is complete
even in its mess
and crazy its enough
