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🎉📚 NEW BOOK RELEASE! 📚🎉
👑 MY HAIR, MY CROWN by Octavia Ervin
Published by Realistic Poetry International
👑💕 Every Little Girl Deserves to Love Her Crown! 💕👑
My Hair, My Crown is a heartwarming story about self-love, confidence, embracing natural beauty, and finding your voice! 🦋✨
More than just a book, it’s a reminder that every little girl is beautiful just the way she is! 💖
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First, trace the outline of a shadow left on a library wall,
where the afternoon sun stayed just a minute too long.
Collect the dust from the spine of a book never finished,
and mix it with three drops of rain caught in an upturned palm.
I must build the ribcage from old piano wire,
tuned to a note that vibrates only when the house is empty.
For the heart, use the ticking of a clock that loses an hour during the day,
swaddled in the dream of a wonder someone forgot to take home.
Do not give it eyes; let it see through the memory of hope.
Do not give it a mouth; it already knows the shape of my name.
Leave the library door unlatched on nights when the wind smells of poetry,
and wait by the hearth until the words grow suddenly thick.
When it arrives, do not ask it to stay or explain where it went.
A ghost is only a map of where you used to be whole,
a reminder that some books are built entirely out of absence,
and some guests never truly know how to leave.
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🎉📚 NEW BOOK RELEASE! 📚🎉
👑 MY HAIR, MY CROWN by Octavia Ervin
Published by Realistic Poetry International
👑💕 Every Little Girl Deserves to Love Her Crown! 💕👑
My Hair, My Crown is a heartwarming story about self-love, confidence, embracing natural beauty, and finding your voice! 🦋✨
More than just a book, it’s a reminder that every little girl is beautiful just the way she is! 💖
🎉 PRE-ORDER YOUR COPY TODAY!
realisticpoetry.com/product-…
💕 Like, share, and tag someone with a little queen in their life!
#MyHairMyCrown #OctaviaErvin #BlackGirlMagic #SelfLove #PreOrderNow
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“Traitor of Love”
By @OrraObserves
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Some hearts never know this pain,
A love untouched by duty’s chain…
I envy those who never had to choose,
Who never kissed goodbye and laced their boots.
She begged me stay-but war don’t wait,
I turned away… with love and hate.
Said, “I’ll try,” but I always knew
You can’t promise life when death walks too.
I wasn’t strong-I was just trained,
Marching off, while she remained.
Her touch still burns beneath my skin,
I carry her-but never win.
Steel and grit, they built my wall,
But damn this strength. It made me fall.
She begged for promises I could not give.
A lie to soothe her trembling hands.
Had I not betrayed her heart enough?
Must I crown it with a vow I’d never command?
Every step… another lie,
Couldn’t say the words, I‘ll return..
Love and war don’t bleed the same,
But both leave scars that whisper names…
Traitor of love! Betrayer of union! I left her cryin’
Waved from the dark while inside I’m dyin’.
I wish I’d been weak, I wish I’d stayed,
But strength like mine just walks away.
Traitor of love! Yeah, I’m the one…
Who couldn’t promise the rising sun.
Her trembling hands still haunt my dreams
I walk away, but never leave.
I walk away…
walk away…
away…
But I never leave.
Traitor of love…Betrayer of union…
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In a dangerous alley where only ghosts dressed as cubs used to watch my friends and me liked to try the ghosts by drinking there.
We were so young it’s like it happened yesterday.
These ghosts chased us but only once they caught me, I had to get back up before they took out my soul and sold it to the alegarre.
Its Mexico what do you expect.
I’ve heard that they’re gangs there now
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One late night as a child, I was resting with a fever. I had a terrifying dream. I was Batman, leaping from roof to roof in a panic. I was not sure where I was going, or to whom.
As I traveled across the tops of a city, I pondered my anxiety. I had a very strange understanding that gravity was going to reverse everywhere. Images of every human violently falling into the sky flashed before my eyes.
The most important people to me at the time were my parents. As soon I had finished these thoughts, gravity flipped. I held onto a building as I watched in horror as the sky swarmed with bodies falling upward.
I awoke filled with abject terror and covered with sweat. For in this moment the dream still felt real. Sobbing, I crawled along the floor, down the hallway, and into my parents' bedroom.
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"I can't explain it, but ... it just feels right."
Your choice as to what "it" is:
a. a poem
b. love
c. supporting Queen of the South
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He was talking, being amusing. I looked up to where he stood on the 2nd floor of the structure. He appeared to be standing in the trees. The sun rose and a glow surrounded him. I got confused and fell in love.
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That time has waited for me, but it might stop waiting without my finding my answers
