They said she had a voice for radio. That her voice had been blessed. And that angels played on the strings of her vocal chords. That her mind had the ability to cough up words from other dimensions that she, danced on the streets of clouds. Somewhere in the storage rooms they said she danced somewhere beyond where beyond is. Maybe, they guessed, maybe the source of her strength is where the secret of the wind is. Maybe it’s where forever is. They said she had a voice for radio. What they didn’t know was that similes were first scattered to the four corners of the earth. Racing to the back room to see who would get to the bed first, or the floor, hardwood, chair, you see life for her ain’t been no crystal stair. Plastic bags with all her stuff they stared cause, she didn’t know what a home was. She had to tell them that though beautiful, this voice was first pregnant and had to go through labor pains before it gave birth.
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Growing pains are essential for our advancement in this world.
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Indeed. Growing pains are essential for our growth period.
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Facts.
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❤ ❤ ❤
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She sounds like a badass chick to me. Xoxo
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Lol
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Now this is the stuff I like to real! Just understood that your blog is a blog for writers mainly? haha
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I meant to read
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If you look in the slide-sidebar you’ll see an about page. It will tell you what this blog is about. I pretty much talk about writing a lot but I don’t consider this just an author blog. Its so much more and I will be looking for ways to implement more diversity in the future.
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