Original poetry created to inspire you to live your authentic truth! Beautiful designs and colors. Looking to add a little flair to your room or office? Look no further - this canvas print has a vivid, fade-resistant print that you're bound to fall in love with.
• Acid-free, PH-neutral, poly-cotton base
• 20.5 mil (0.5 mm) thick poly-cotton blend canvas
• Canvas fabric weight: 13.9 oz/yd2(470 g/m²)
• Hand-stretched over solid wood stretcher bars
• Matte finish coating
• 1.5″ (3.81 cm) deep
• Mounting brackets included
• Blank product in the EU sourced from Latvia
• Blank product in the US sourced from the US
Canvas colors may differ slightly from images.
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"Mercury Retrograde" by LaKeshia T. Williams, love notes from keesh blog
I had to go backwards for a bit For it all to make sense Why I cry at the sight of me What I hear amongst the clear, static noise the pose, I should adhere How the beauty marks of others touched me, yet my own casted a fear exiling those near and dear When I smell, the hell that dwell within my pores seeping out, projecting about stolen clout Who I judge and berate from the hate, my bitter truth left to taste on my tongue Even then, it didn't make total sense and I don't believe it ever will But, I know I have the proper tools to deal with it all Even when you stop the flop of your being, it still takes time to gain momentum from the pain, into your own lane Shadow period But, you gotta hear it out, Ain't you 'tied of running from you?
I can't tell you what to do, just to see it through Consider it from an outward point-of-view You as you, just higher The one you fire when their messages get too hectic to decode I'm so thankful they don't take us serious our delirious temper tantrums "It's my blessing and I want it now!" But, how you gon' manage such a bountiful bag, in the lag of retuning direct, Home Just trust it What else could you lose? You too confused from your backwards trip In time, you'll realign and it will all feel so divine Until, the next go 'round, when you slow down and head back Reverse It's not a curse, but our biggest blessing Spaces of transmutation