Enough

Either doing Too much

Or Never enough-

I hate being completely irrelevant

In comparison of the wind

blowing on dust.

I wake up with full responsibilities

Weighing down on my shoulders.

Breaking generational curses

Isn’t something that I thought would be listed at the top of my priority posters.

But in this lifetime,

I was chosen to be the black swan,

The upper echelon from a family

That grew up on sugar canes and

Conversation that are so Common.

Sometimes I wonder if there was an

Alternative version of me

That never had the opportunity-

Just simple islands and family and unity.

But in this lifetime,

Where God gave me music and choices,

It’s hard making the right one.

How can I be a leader and a student

Under the light of the sun?

One wrong move and

Things dissolve like sugar on a

Steaming hot bun.

Mira, you so crazy.

You so lukewarm.

I hate being an extremist,

But truly I have no room to

Be underpassionate about whatever

I want to hold in my arms.

I want to grasp true love.

I want to breathe fresh air.

I want to experience the simple things

In magnitude among the people that I care.

How can I dare to pursue these things

in this lifetime?

Because Enough is enough.

And I want to heal the scars

That have traveled among the blood

Of my ancestors to my body that I touch.

If I am a woman of submission,

My man must understand to

Comply with my goals and ambitions

To his- just as much.

I cannot sacrifice

what I have been working for my entire life

To settle with company

that can’t see the overall bust.

The accomplishments will fill

An entire museum,

An exhibition,

A pivotal moment in historical attribution.

God, please be kind to my heart

as you have given me this vision.

Only through you,

I will be at my best contribution.

MIRAMIRA