Your Words are the Marrow Inside of my Bones

I am Beloved // Spoken Word Artist // Hostess with the Mostest // Lover of Love // Adventurer // Born n Raised in NH // Home in SoFlo // 

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https://soundcloud.com/jeanette-hickman-poetry/sit-among-the-trees

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There are some mornings that find me groggily rolling out of bed and stumbling to get ready, weary and worn down, frustrated about what my outward appearance portrays. The way my clothes cling uncomfortably. The lackluster hang of my hair. The vacant stare. I struggle with walking out the door a failure. It's a fight. I wage war with the internal battle of beauty defined. And sometimes there are mornings I allow myself to indulge in. Soft light seeping through window panes as a rested body stretches with the satisfaction of sleeping in. When I glance in the mirror I smile at the reflection. And I stay. I strike poses. I flip my hair. I study the curve of my lips and the color of my eyes. I count my freckles and flirt for fun. I wage war with the internal battle of beauty defined when I find myself beautiful.

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Love is so much more than words. Love is a verb, an action, a response. Love is being present in the downs and celebrating the ups. Love is phone call crying sessions and encouragement. Love is stepping away from self and seeing someone else. Love looks like a surprise visit from 2,000 miles away for your opening show, and other times it is a big bouquet of flowers sent for your one year anniversary event. I am so dearly loved. My parents display that to me in so many ways. And that which is poured in will then be poured out, and the love continues. Love as if it is what you were created to do.

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Real talk moment- Life as a single young woman with a desire to love and be loved is at times difficult. I look forward to future moments with a longing in my heart. But I am here, in this present place. And I am beautiful. So I am not going to wait till I have a man to be adored and romanced. #dateyourself

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https://soundcloud.com/jeanette-hickman-poetry/beloved-spoken-word-by-jeanette-hickman

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Oașa Lake by OviTM

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this is great because i bet that’s what they felt like. Like everything else in the world had stopped and it was just the two of them. So freaking cute i’m sad

I’m gonna fucking cry

I can’t wait for this to be me

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We do so much with our hands. How weathered and perfect they grow.

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I see hand holding as an art form.

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Autumn’s Beautiful Transformations

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Book sculptures / Malena Valcárcel

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Starry Night by Thunderbolt_TW on Flickr.

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Imaginary Friend // I Knew This Would Be Love

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wife duet song

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{ Sadness Inside } x Katie

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Artist ‘Bordalo II’ Brings Trash and Found Objects to Life on the Streets of Lisbon

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HOLY TALENT.