My daddy says there are two Kim’s,
The one with pen and the one without.
I told him the “Real” Kim has pen—
Where she becomes wholly herself, where she
is set free, wild, unashamed.
She is a feral cat.
The one with pen is uninhibited, excessive, wears
Too much red lipstick. When she begins to
Write, she is Lady Gaga with a different kind
Words slide down her throat all
Day long. She has untold stories waiting
In line like consumers on Black Friday.
She is a warrior.
My daddy says the woman with pen
Should fuse with the other, should
Become one, should melt into each
I guess that’s what we
All struggle to become, to be, to evolve into…
Walking into the world as broken, beautiful
Enough, and in full bloom…
Exactly as we are.
————–A note to all my readers: Stand up right now. Go to the mirror…..And say, “I. Am. Enough.” Because you ARE.
xxx from MN.
This poem is also on Feminine Collective today.
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