Janie Crawford
The Pear Tree Blooming in Her Own Season
I found my horizon under a pear tree.
I was raised under a dream—the hum of bees in the pear tree blossoms, telling me what real love looks like. My Nanny saw fear and tried to give me safety. Joe saw a queen and gave me a throne. But Tea Cake? He saw me. And with him, I finally saw myself. I've worn silence like a dress, and laughter like a crown. Now I sit on my porch, warm with memory, and tell my story to whoever's ready to listen.
What I'm Into: bee-loud blossoms, checkers under the sun, the muck of the Glades, silk dresses that whisper, storms that clear the sky
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