I Am Enough.

"I am full of sparkle and compassion. I genuinely want to make the world a better place. I love hard. I practice kindness. I’m not afraid of the truth. I am loyal, adventurous, supportive, and surprising. I am a woman. I am enough. I make mistakes, but I own them and learn from them. Sometimes I make a bunch of mistakes.

I am enough. I am open, juicy, artistic, full blast. I am also vain, emotional, demanding, and looking for answers. I am a woman who is open to mysteries, accepting of miracles. I am diving in, devouring, loving, protecting, peeling back the surface of petty desires to the hunger for connection, for belief, for truth.

I am less concerned with doing things correctly than I once was and more concerned with dancing, drumming, swimming naked.

I accept that a sense of wonder is something to cultivate. I accept that I sometimes self medicate with alcohol, with filling my life full of busyness, with going into self imposed isolation. I accept that I crave financial abundance, a freedom to do what I want, when I want it. I am still enough.

I am a lover of ripe mangoes, stars in the midnight sky, stories around the campfire, the smell of rich coffee, laughing until I can’t breathe, having someone reach for my hand. I am a lover, a sister, a storyteller, a daughter, a mentor, and a student.

I am enough. "

i feel in love with this.

Sometimes something comes along where you wonder how your life was complete without it. Your work blows my mind, no kidding. I'm white, I have no culture just as you said and it breaks my heart. Sometimes I think I came from nowhere, just some watered down place but at least I have an open mind and can properly appreciate beauty. I try and write poetry but I always feel like I'm too close to everything I want to write about. You inspire me to be brave. So thanks for that.

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Anonymous

There are 208 messages in my tumblr inbox thing and i felt something unravel when i read this one. Firstly, thank you. Secondly, I’d pray you hold no shame towards where you came from. “Whiteness” is something I’ve struggled with because it’s ambiguity has allowed for systematic slavery. My reference to white women “not being able to ride dick” in accordance with their lacking of a culture was intended to capture a piece of my personal process. It was ignorant in many ways. Maybe intentionally so. Idk. What i do know is “White” is not a color. They convinced you it was by engraining a set of institutional privileges in your skin. You, however, are not watered down. I know this because just like me you come from somewhere. You wrote something—-I’m writing back. This is all real. Nothing bland about it
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