Enough

To be enough

is to wake with wild edges

and still call it beauty.

To wear your name

like royalty—

bold in every syllable,

and crown yourself queen

before the world

ever claps.

It’s laughing loud

in rooms built

to hush you.

Loving with fire

even after being burned.

Walking

like your grandmother’s prayers

are stitched

in every step.

To be enough

ain’t about being perfect.

It’s owning the scars,

apologizing

when needed—

not with shame,

but with strength.

It’s saying:

Yes, I stumbled.

But I’m still here.

Still rising.

Mistakes?

I’ve made ’em.

Lessons?

I’ve lived ’em.

Regret?

No.

Just wisdom

draped in gold.

See, I live bold.

Laugh full.

Love deep.

I don’t shrink

to fit—

I expand

to exist.

To be enough

is to choose yourself

every damn day

and keep walking

wholeheartedly.

Because baby—

you were never less.

You were always

more than enough.