Enoughisenough Stories

You've been telling me lies and I was stupid enough to believe them...But now I've had enough

Addressing SOME of the problems and struggles we face 😔😒

A poem of heartache and revelation.

Trinity has been in a engaged for 3 years holding down the same man that promised to never hurt her. Going through so much with the same guy but has Trinity finally had enough? Is Trinity going to stay with him or leave him? Will Jordan ever realized that Enough Is Enough?

Do I need a description? Nope. Just read it if you care.

Just some of my thoughts on being black in America these days. Before judging what I say try to look through the eyes of another black mother raising black boys in times like these.

Trent was finally pushed over the edge and had enough; enough of his school, of the kids, the bullying and isolation. Taking matters into his own hands, Trent decides to not only take his life, but to take out as many as he can with him. Could this tragedy been prevented? Could Trent and the others been saved? If only...

How long will you keep ignoring me?

A short story about the way doctors are treated in India.

a poem

Here I will post poems that I write. Updates will vary depending on whenever I write poems. All genres and All topics.

I've been writing this poem for about 3 months now. Every time I feel down or just upset I open my phone and go into my notes and just write. I let go of all thoughts and let it out. And it's been working out it well for me. So I decided that I don't want this to be never seen, but when I feel like I've had enough I'll share it. And that's exactly what I did. It's not done, I don't know if it will ever be. I can't promise quick updates because it all depends on how sad/depressed I am or how my day went. But I hope y'all like it. 😊

This powerful prose poem is a heartbreaking critique of the cycle of gun violence in schools and the systemic failure to protect children. Written from a place of deep grief and righteous anger, the poem contrasts the fragile innocence of the victims-represented by "light-up shoes in evidence bags" and "colored crayons"-with the repetitive, hollow promises of adults who claim they want change but fail to act.The heart of the piece lies in its exploration of time and memory. It exposes how quickly institutions "reset" and move on, forcing new children into the same dangerous classrooms while devastated parents are left trapped in an eternal, agonizing wait for babies who will never come home. It is a fierce, urgent cry for accountability, demanding an end to a broken system that treats human lives like a video game.

So I'll ask for help or rant about my problems. Or just talk about stuff that I don't talk about to other people.

This is a narrative about a young woman called Khethiwe Ndlovu, from a small village in South Africa. One night, a man tries to rape her but is saved by a man in gleaming armour, Mnqobi. After falling in love with her rescuer, they marry. However, her story does not end with a happily ever after. Khethiwe soon discovers that her husband has a dark, abusive side. Her life becomes a living hell, especially when she falls pregnant, twice. Will she be able to escape along with her children from this marriage before everything comes crumbling down?