Eleven Claps

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When I read a bomb ass poem by Q. Imagine

I clap 11 times

When I read stories about Trump and his clowning

I might clap 5 times

When I read posts from Darrin Atkins that make me smile

I clap 11 times

When I read posts about food and advice

I might clap 5 or 11 times

I read a story by Cocoa Griot

And I clapped 50 times

That story was so touching

I wanted to clap 50 million times

11 is my favorite number and I use it a lot in my life. For years the number stalked me, so I finally gave it purpose and accepted it. I love giving 11 claps although 50 might be needed. Because this number resonates with me, I feel the need to keep using it.

So, when I give 11 claps,

It really means 50,

And if I give 50 claps,

You freakin’ moved me deeply.

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I really appreciate all your kind words and support, it has helped me to become more open.

And even better, I really enjoy all the stories, short blurbs and poetry that I have been reading, they have been truly inspiring.

Happy Friday Y’all.

Let the Universe guide your way.