I am enough
I'm going to scream
Those three words at the night sky
Until my throat is sore.
Because I am not to be
Taken for granted,
I am not the mud that clings to your clothes
Only to be washed off with disgust.
Honey, I am the dazzling stars in his eyes,
The faint blush coloring her apple cheeks with joy.
And the blue sky
Beyond the grey clouds.
I am more than enough.
