Don’t touch anything
Vanished one of my very best
Poem,
My Enough
Black enough to have been slave
Me Jewish
Blood tells!
Three members of my grandmas family
Gassed in concentration camps
Seems like all wants to come check me out!
Not a show
One heart loving one hand in mine
Not entertaining a crowd
Pain raping, me all night
Friend still after me to get internet.
I want to see things
Find joy inward and out
That should.be
‘enough!’