Author: Hearttress

Hafina Jones, aka Hearttress is an entrepreneur, single mother, and poet who enjoys helping other people get their business started out of love. Just like her poetry, she believes her way of giving back is teaching in the form of poetry. The real the raw and uncut stories displayed in her blogs address things people won't.

Like a true scholar Hafina has been soul searching and out of her discovery she developed many skills. Hafina is a Certified CNC Operator, has her Bachleor degree in Paralegal Studies, sells crafts, and many other skills we all learn on our journey throughout life.

She loves to write impulsively and effortlessly about real life situations, in the form of the art of poetry and short stories. Hafina successfully runs her own Virtual Assistant business, home-schools children, and is working to build an e-commerce store for families shopping on a budget and looking for the latest fashion with healthy organic quality.

Hafina enjoys teaching, inspiring, and developing opportunities to teach children from her community about entrepreneurship. As a single mother of seven, Hafina has found her purpose in life and plans to continue working to the top of her success with her book series, "Poetically African American ABC's" to restore value to African Americans with positive powerful poems. She also has in the works, her "How to Books", and most anticipated book of her personal collection titled, "Poetry of My Life" twisting art, photos, and poetry into one book.

She plans to continue writing books in the form of art to get others to read more and stay interested in important topics and issues.

She believes in planting seeds and watching them grow.

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Podcast on https://anchor.fm/MomMotivates
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Quiet Minds

I like to align myself with the stars
Dance under a full moon
Read my hearts desires in solitude
Erase the pain
Rejoice in my blessings
Stand positive in the light peaking through the darkness
Have faith like I cant see the future
Hold hands with my circle
As we silently pray
Meditation over an open fire
Burning adversaries
Manifesting greatness, build off the blood sweat and tears of our environment.
We’re made

My mind so quiet. I read you before, I imagined everything perfectly. The painful quiet storm, hits so hard, you’re in shock. You didn’t understand how but you will respect me

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Butterfly Soul

Butterfly Soul…
On a flower, half to whole.
Eyes to the answers,
rest in a glance…
Sunlight, blinding love.
Water, growth, be frutiful.
Taste the lust inside out, reproductive.
Drift into it, black hole.
I love the eyes to sunlight.
I am there…
Between the stars and dirt.
The ocens and earth.
Seek value of the butterfly soul…
Soaring sorrow

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Toxic matters

I’ve been hurt by alot of toxic people because of their trauma 😪. After years of watching, I realized they were just reaching for any light they could get. I was that light. Guess what else…most of those same people follow me to this day and never once apologized or even realize what they did. However I recognize what I did for them.

My light can never be dimmed again. I keep me and I’d never hurt people the way they hurt me. I’m just wired different…my truth might hurt but that’s about it! 💯

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Random

Poetically loving me

A letter to no one

There is no reason for you to be in my thoughts or near my heart. You keep me distant like I’m some trick or second option til the moment you’re falling apart. I’m no side chick, I’ve always been a real man’s priority. Like I’m some trick bitch that will do anything to be near your demonic womanizing ass. You’re fucking toxic and annoying. Like why would I even think of you of all people everyday. I absolutely hate it. I hate thinking of you, its exhausting and depressing. You never did shit for me and the fact of the matter is you can’t anyways. Can’t even make me come, no dates no love just fucking. What makes you think I can’t go another six years without talking to you? Yea I was dumb back then but you make it like I’m the same type of clown now. That’s not what we’re doing to do again. Gave you a shot and you shot yourself.. Your loss!

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Why Are You Here

In my dark thoughts

You echo

Disturbing the vision

Clouding my journey.

Why are you here,

I often wonder…

Did I deserve it.

All the pain that I feel,

My heart is throbing

Why are here to torcher me?

Is you thinking of me?

How did you get this far into my thoughts

Id never thought you’d have my mind

Is this the fate of me

Allowing pain and unworthiness

Haunt my self worth

Break me down until I cant move

I cant work

Why are you here

Depressing my deep thoughts.

Breaking up my optimism

Shrinking my big heart

I like to take it apart and dissect feelings

but this one, I dont want anything to do with…

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Moon in ♏ Scorpio New book Poetically Loving Me

Post author By Hearttress
Post date December 9, 2020
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I’ve had my fair share of friendships and love. Somehow my friendships are growing into something deeper than I thought. All five men that I fell in love with are currently attempting to rekindle something that there is no coming back from. Being single has made the exploration of such conversations easier to take part in. Im just wondering what went wrong in their life that they are all back. One back to marry me, one back that is married that wants me to be his spiritual husband which is totally weird , and the others are lingering around attempting acts of kindness that they believe will win my heart again. Some time men don’t understand. There is no coming back from where we been. The embarrassing backstories behind these men will be featured in a book called Poetically Loving Me. Not only touching on the bad things but hopefully taking heed to the good things. An attempt to tell men how to love a woman who is head strong and sensitive. How to make sure she caters to you in the same ways you’re attempting to love her. Of course, I’ve made mistakes but there is nothing in any relationship I’ve been in that I’d take back. I gave 100% of me and I can’t say I cheated them from anything. I made sure they grew and gave them the freedom to be themselves and be successful within themselves. The effects come back to huant me now and will be touched in Poetically Loving Me, coming soon!

Tags boyfriend, cheating, couples, ex, girlfriend, how to, love, marriage, poetry love, regrets, you past

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My pain…venting session

You tell him you need help, he know all about your pain. You tell him your weak spots and hope that he’ll change. You think he’d be for his kids, youd think he’s for his family. But he cant even understand hanging out and leave her home to manage she’d break and he accuse her of not being a woman
Wont fix anything, only there when you not working, wont even watch his own kids while she try to get her money. Just cause work from home she’s supposed to be able to see around corners. Correct the kids and bring the home to order. While he drinks and claims its business, knowing you been there with him and know exactly what he do. While busy trying to built you. He’s somewhere else building his friends and neglecting the family he imagines he has.
I dont apply any press
We just going to grow apart and co parents
How you part time dad and I lay next to you
Claiming I dont I nothing nice to say when you met me being real
Met me telling the truth and how I feel met me with this baggage you can barely keep up. Met with this pain from my past and you gave up on picking me up.
I wont brag on what I gave but I did give you vivid color, something for you to run back to your ex with while you pretend you dont love her, hang with crack whores and would swear you didnt fuck her.
Say I ain’t on my shit when I dont have time to because I’m putting home first, yes a dirty mother fucker.