My poetry jam
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Complete, First published Jul 07, 2023
Often times people tend to describe me or comment how different I am. Sometimes we go through life trying to identify as one thing, or even urged to stay in one lane. Then you realize that it's about exploring all these different interests that pique and intrigue us. Being born Albanian in Montenegro in this small Islamic influenced town, we where surrounded with three languages and loved watching anime's on Telenorba one of the Italian channels we had. Coming into the US decades ago there was another world waiting for me here. I got into r&b and hip hop. Went to fashion school and studied fashion and graphic design. Later on immersed myself In Chabad chassidus branch of Judaism. We grew up speaking Albanian, Montenegrin and Italian. Right now learning Spanish and Korean . So what I am trying to convey via the words in my poems is that I am accepting all these different parts of me. It all  adds to the flavor, the swag of who I am and what I can contribute to the world.
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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.