Enough Poem by Henrietta Ezegbe

A shift.
Only a matter of time.
Her Awakening

She says enough.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Enough.

The world tilts.
It has been balanced
on her silence
for too long.

She steps out of the dim.
The soft light that framed them
flickers behind her.
Full spectrum.

Now they notice
their brilliance,
their legend,
mirrored in the shadow
they named her.

She moves with decision.
Every yes and no
returned to its owner.

The magic was never elsewhere.
It lived in her limbs,
her voice,
her gaze,
her lungs.

Containment did not make her small.
It made her precise.

She is not someone else entirely.
She is herself
unpermitted.

They believed they were extraordinary.
They flourished
in borrowed light.

Now she blooms.
Not louder.
Not harsher.
Unmistakable.

Her gravity
requires no permission.

The world—
accustomed to resting
on her quiet—
tilts again.

She refuses
to hold it
alone.

Enough.