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The Day Heaven Took Its Time ✨

Before there was a you…

there was a day Heaven grew quiet.

As if God paused creation,
wiped the sweat from His brow,
and whispered,
“This one has to be different.”

Then He breathed life into your lungs,
placed a heartbeat inside your chest,
and chose the woman who would call you by your name.

But when I look at you…
I don’t just see your name.

I see a queen.

I see the safest place my heart has ever known.

I see a woman whose love can calm storms,
whose embrace can turn a house into a home,
whose smile has the power to make two little kings believe this world is beautiful.

Tomorrow is your birthday.

I wish I could take you to the finest restaurant,
buy you every gift you’ve ever dreamed of,
hand you the keys to your favorite car,
and let the world know how priceless you are.

But today…

all I have is my heart.

And maybe that’s because it’s the one thing that has always belonged to you.

I’m still building.
Still cutting hair.
Still chasing the vision God placed inside me for our family.

Every long day…
every sacrifice…
every late night…

has your name written across it.

Because one day I will give you everything I keep promising.

Not because money defines my love…

but because you deserve to wake up every morning never questioning how deeply you’re cherished.

God didn’t only create someone beautiful when He created you.

He created a nurturer.
A healer.
A creator of joy.
The kind of woman whose love changes generations.

Sometimes I imagine Heaven the day before you were born.

I picture God taking His time with you…
smiling…
maybe even trembling with excitement…

because He already knew one day you’d become my answered prayer.

Happy Birthday, my love.

May this year be more than another candle…
more than another celebration…

May it become the chapter where every prayer we’ve whispered begins finding its way home.

Until I can place the world in your hands…

please keep holding my heart.

It has never wanted another home.

Happy Birthday, my forever. ❤️

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𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑

They gave me poison…

Not in a bottle,
but through words that cut deeper than knives,
through moments that stole pieces of my childhood,
through pain I was never meant to carry.

For years,
I thought healing meant pretending it never happened.

So I smiled…
while my heart was breaking.

I kept showing up…
while silently falling apart.

I convinced myself
that surviving
was the same thing as living.

It wasn’t.

Healing began the day
I stopped asking,
“Why did this happen to me?”

and started asking,
“How can this pain become purpose?”

Little by little,
God gathered every broken piece of me.

Every tear became a prayer.

Every scar became a reminder
that I was still here.

Every wound became proof
that what tried to destroy me
didn’t get the final word.

Today, I don’t hide my story.

I share it…

Because someone else is still fighting a battle
they haven’t found the courage to talk about.

If that’s you…

I want you to know this:

Your trauma is real.

Your pain is real.

But neither gets to decide how your story ends.

Healing doesn’t erase what happened.

Healing teaches your heart
how to breathe again.

What they meant as poison…

God can transform into power.

Not so you can carry hate…

But so you can carry hope.

And maybe…
just maybe…

your greatest purpose
will grow from the place
that once hurt the most.

Breaking cycles.
Healing wounds.
Changing lives.

- @MR140CUTZ
#PoisonToPower 💜
#HealingJourney
#SpokenWordPoetry
#BreakTheCycle
#ForYou

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STYNER BOYZ ❤️

Jalil is my happiness. He reminds me to smile, laugh, and enjoy life’s blessings.

William is my healer. He has a way of bringing peace to my soul and strength to my spirit when I need it most.

Omari is my heart. A love so deep that no words could ever fully explain it.

Each of you carries a different piece of me, but together, you are my greatest purpose, my proudest accomplishment, and God’s greatest gift to my life.

No matter how old you get, no matter where life takes you, know that your father loves you beyond measure. You are the reason I keep pushing forward, believing, and becoming a better man every day.

Jalil, my Happiness.
William, my Healer.
Omari, my Heart.

Forever my sons. Forever my why. Forever my legacy. ❤️

3 Kings. 3 Blessings. 1 Love.

#BoyDad #MySonsMyWorld #FamilyFirst #BlessedFather #LegacyOverEverything

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🌹 TOMORROW NIGHT… NURUE FILES RETURNS. 🌹

“Some people break your heart when they leave. Others change your life when they stay a little longer. Tomorrow night… you’ll understand why.”

The wait is over.

What started as curiosity became connection.
What started as attraction became something far more dangerous.

Not because they touched.
Not because they kissed.

Because they stayed.

Tomorrow night, the second half of the journey begins.

📖 NURUE FILES — Entry 052: Stayed A Little Longer

Sometimes the most powerful moments aren’t the loud ones.

They’re the moments when nobody wants to leave.

When the conversation keeps going.
When the music keeps playing.
When silence becomes comfortable.
When two souls stop performing and start feeling safe enough to simply exist together.

Entry 052 marks the beginning of a deeper chapter.

The emotions run deeper.
The attachments grow stronger.
The questions become harder to ignore.

And the scariest part of emotional intimacy…

is how quietly it enters the room.

🌹 Tomorrow night, the story continues.

Welcome back to the world of Nurue Files.

— Nurue

#NurueFiles
#ThisFeltPersonal
#SoftButDangerous
#EmotionalChemistry
#SheFeltThat

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THA WRLD

Don’t you worry about a thing,

I’m here—

when the night grows heavy,

when the tears fall quietly,

when your heart feels like

it has to carry the sky alone.

Hold on tight.

No fear.

Let my arms become your shelter,

let my voice become your peace.

Yeah,

I’m here to show you love.

I’m here

to give you

Tha WRLD.

Don’t you cry alone.

I’m here.

When the shadows gather,

when tomorrow seems too far away,

hold me close.

No fear.

Yeah,

I’m here to show you love.

I’m here

to give you

Tha WRLD.

Tha WRLD.

More than the stars above us.

Tha WRLD.

More than words can explain.

Tha WRLD.

More than a promise.

Tha WRLD.

A love that remains.

Don’t you cry alone.

I’m here.

Don’t you worry about a thang—

just know

my heart was made

to stand beside yours.

I’m here

to love you close,

to hold your hand

through every storm.

So don’t be afraid

of the dark.

Even the darkest night

must surrender

to the morning.

So my babies,

hold on.

Stay strong.

Keep believing.

Keep growing.

Keep shining.

And when life feels too heavy,

remember these words:

You are loved.

You are covered.

You are never alone.

So hold on.

Yes—

hold on.

I’m here

to give you

Tha WRLD

By : @therealmwpoetry

#DadLife
#Fatherhood
#MyWhy
#FamilyOverEverything
#THAWRLD 🎵🌎💙

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The Slow Death of a Man

When a man starts thinking
about leaving his family
just to grind alone—
that’s sadness at its worst.

Not anger.
Not hatred.
Just exhaustion
wrapped inside silence.

The kind of silence
where a man still shows up…
while mentally disappearing.

He doesn’t get affection.
Doesn’t get peace.
Doesn’t get held
the same way he holds everybody else together.

All day,
he hears complaints,
stress,
arguments,
problems he’s expected to solve
while secretly drowning himself.

And the hardest part?

The mother of his children
doesn’t even want to work with him anymore.

So now the kids suffer
from two wounded adults
bleeding on everything they once prayed for.

Now he watching his babies smile
while knowing
they can feel the tension too.

That breaks him differently.

Because a real man
will survive pain himself…
but watching his children hurt
because peace couldn’t exist at home?

That’ll crush his soul slowly.

So what does he do?

He stays quiet.

Because when men cry,
people get uncomfortable.

When men explain pain,
people call it complaining.

So he keeps grinding.
Keeps carrying everybody.
Keeps bleeding in silence.

Until his chest starts tightening.

His heartbeat speeding up
like his body trying to outrun stress.

Now he can’t sleep right.
Can’t think right.
Can’t breathe without pressure sitting on his lungs.

And one day—

the same man
everybody called “strong”
is grabbing his chest
in complete silence.

Now the doctor looking him in his eyes saying:

“You have to slow down completely.”

But nobody asks him
the question that matters most:

“Who was holding him together
while he was trying
to save everybody else?”

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The Spirit

I still see blood
when I look at my hands.

Not fresh blood—
old blood.

The kind that dries
inside your spirit
before anybody notices
you’ve been suffering.

The thorns from my past
never stopped piercing me.

Every memory
feels like a crown of sorrow
pressed deeper into my skin.

And somehow,
every nightmare
still walks me back
to that yellow and white house.

That house wasn’t a home.

It was grief
painted in soft colors
to hide what lived inside it.

The walls carried tension.
The rooms swallowed screams.
The floors memorized fear.

And my sister…
she had to survive it
mostly alone.

That truth haunts me
more than the trauma itself.

Because while I found ways
to disappear emotionally—
through anger…
through isolation…
through becoming cold—

she remained trapped
inside those hallways
with the spirit of everything
we were trying to escape.

I often wonder
how many nights
she cried silently
waiting for somebody
to notice she was breaking.

I wonder how much pain
that house buried inside her bones.

Some places
don’t let you leave completely.

Some memories
become living spirits.

And even now,
when life becomes too quiet,
I can still feel
the thorns of my past
forcing my hands open again—

bleeding reminders
that trauma never truly dies.

It just learns
how to whisper.

— By: @therealmwpoetry

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#blackfathers
#change
#poetryismytherapy
#positivity
#silencethedemons

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Us Never Part

You and me, Us never part
My Sista

You and me, Us have one heart
My Sista

it’s time to get back in place,
not beneath me—
but where you’ve always mattered most.

You are the centerpiece,
the missing piece in a puzzle
bleeding chaos.
Without you, nothing aligns.

I don’t want to hear about absence—
about a father who wasn’t there.
Ours weren’t either.
And the ones meant to guide us
were burdened, bent,
subtly enslaved in ways
they didn’t even recognize.

Taught distance from ancestry,
taught silence instead of strength.

Dance, sista.
Not for attention—
for awakening.

Unlock what’s been buried in you.

I know your pain—
what was taken,
what was forced,
what was never healed.
But understand—
we carry wounds too.

They broke us openly,
in front of watching eyes,
hands violating what was unprotected,
pressing us down
until soul felt like something
we no longer owned.

They stretched more than bodies—
they stretched fear into us,
trained it deep
so we’d forget how power feels.

And today—
it echoes.

Nothing really changed,
just the language.

Division still works.
Conquest still thrives
when we stand apart.

Now listen—
you sound like them.

“I want the biggest.”
“I want the tallest.”
“I want the strongest.”

Don’t you see?
That’s how we were chosen—
picked, measured,
bought for labor
to build wealth we’d never touch.

Ain’t no ocean, ain’t no sea
My sista
Keep my sista way from me
My sista

Dey even bleach our Savior pale,
washin’ the power from His original skin.
Paint da heavens red
so truth look foreign to us.

Even His momma—
just a baby havin’ a baby,
ain’t dat somethin’?

Sayin’ a whisper from da Holy Ghost
told her she gon’ carry a King,
only for dem to paint portraits later
so we’d bow to a pale face
instead of recognize ourselves in Him.

Sista…
dey never wanted us to see.

Never wanted us to know
power looked like us.
Never wanted us to remember
royalty survived inside our blood.

They celebrate you now,
fund your distractions,
pour your champagne,
keep you comfortable—
while the bigger picture
slips through your fingers.

You walk through the front door,
but forget—
you were meant to open it
for all of us.

And still…
you are the strongest vessel.

You carry life.
You hold us together.
You are the foundation
whether you claim it or not.

Without you—
we are nothing.

So rise.

Not just in defiance—
but in awareness.

Because the moment you remember
who you are…

everything shifts.
— @therealmwpoetry

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No cap, I appreciate every head that sits in my chair. Another clean fade, another grateful moment 💈✨

#BarberLife
#FreshFade
#CrispyCut
#BarberNation
#FadeGameStrong

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Fresh fade, fresh confidence. ✂️
Grateful you sat in my chair and let me do what I do—precision, detail, and respect in every stroke.
Salute to my client for the trust. We don’t just cut hair, we upgrade presence. 💯

#BarberLife
#FreshFade
#BarberNation
#CrispyCuts
#FadeGameStrong

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