
I am my mothers son,
which means I know
what it is to be restrained,
to shackle oneself for
someone else's freedom.
I know what it is to overflow;
to bubble over. I know what
it is to love with fear and
without it. I know what it
is to take on feelings that
are not my own, to empathize myself into blindness. I
know what it is to lose control,
control of a situation, control
of myself, control of things I
never controlled in the first
place. I know not having control
in the first place. I know how
to perform joy, how to smother
a wildfire, how to blanket one
paycheck across a month of
uncertainty. I know how to keep
my problems cozy but most of all,
I know openness. I know overcoming,
I know falling up and rising down,
I know how to use my spine for
more than just my body, I know lifting
weight and the freedom that comes
with letting that weight go.
About the Creator
Enoch the Poet
Enoch is a poet, author, and teaching artist. He creates written works, curriculum, and platforms that deepen our emotional understanding and its cyclical relation to the conditions acting on the Black mind, body, and spirit.



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