Southern Belle 101 ๐คโ๐พ๐คโ๐พ
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Author | EOL Doula|Spiritual Holistic Practitioner | MS AJS | Advocate for Freedom, Womenโs Rights, Domestic Violence Awareness & World Peace โฎ๏ธ Welcome to Southern Belle 101 ๐คโ๐พ๐คโ๐พ
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Southern Belle 101 is a Virginia-based grassroots movement founded by Zenobia McDuffie, an Author, End-of-Life Doula, Spiritual Holistic Practitioner, and MS AJS graduate.
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Maybe the body restsโฆ
but the love?
The love keeps going.
And that is a life
that never dies.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐โจ
but the love?
The love keeps going.
And that is a life
that never dies.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐โจ
November 25, 2025 at 2:29 PM
Maybe the body restsโฆ
but the love?
The love keeps going.
And that is a life
that never dies.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐โจ
but the love?
The love keeps going.
And that is a life
that never dies.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐โจ
Maybe life after death
isnโt someplace far awayโ
maybe itโs the way you still rise
in the stories told,
the tears wiped,
the courage found,
the healing learned.
๐๐พ
isnโt someplace far awayโ
maybe itโs the way you still rise
in the stories told,
the tears wiped,
the courage found,
the healing learned.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Maybe life after death
isnโt someplace far awayโ
maybe itโs the way you still rise
in the stories told,
the tears wiped,
the courage found,
the healing learned.
๐๐พ
isnโt someplace far awayโ
maybe itโs the way you still rise
in the stories told,
the tears wiped,
the courage found,
the healing learned.
๐๐พ
And thereโs a life after death
inside the livingโ
the way grief rearranges them,
breaks them open,
and teaches them to hold love more gently
than they ever did before.
๐๐พ
inside the livingโ
the way grief rearranges them,
breaks them open,
and teaches them to hold love more gently
than they ever did before.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:28 PM
And thereโs a life after death
inside the livingโ
the way grief rearranges them,
breaks them open,
and teaches them to hold love more gently
than they ever did before.
๐๐พ
inside the livingโ
the way grief rearranges them,
breaks them open,
and teaches them to hold love more gently
than they ever did before.
๐๐พ
Thereโs a life after death
in every memory you planted,
every laugh you left behind,
every lesson you carved into the hearts
of the ones who loved you.
Thereโs a life after death
in the whispers of your name,
in the old photographs,
in the prayers sent upward
hoping you hear them somehow.
๐๐พ
in every memory you planted,
every laugh you left behind,
every lesson you carved into the hearts
of the ones who loved you.
Thereโs a life after death
in the whispers of your name,
in the old photographs,
in the prayers sent upward
hoping you hear them somehow.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Thereโs a life after death
in every memory you planted,
every laugh you left behind,
every lesson you carved into the hearts
of the ones who loved you.
Thereโs a life after death
in the whispers of your name,
in the old photographs,
in the prayers sent upward
hoping you hear them somehow.
๐๐พ
in every memory you planted,
every laugh you left behind,
every lesson you carved into the hearts
of the ones who loved you.
Thereโs a life after death
in the whispers of your name,
in the old photographs,
in the prayers sent upward
hoping you hear them somehow.
๐๐พ
But Iโve learned
life doesnโt stop at the last inhaleโ
it shifts, it softens,
it becomes something the eye canโt touch
but the soul can feel.
๐๐พ
life doesnโt stop at the last inhaleโ
it shifts, it softens,
it becomes something the eye canโt touch
but the soul can feel.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:27 PM
But Iโve learned
life doesnโt stop at the last inhaleโ
it shifts, it softens,
it becomes something the eye canโt touch
but the soul can feel.
๐๐พ
life doesnโt stop at the last inhaleโ
it shifts, it softens,
it becomes something the eye canโt touch
but the soul can feel.
๐๐พ
๐ Life After Death ๐
They say the story ends
when breath fades from the body,
when the heart grows quiet
and the world keeps turning without your footsteps.
๐๐พ
They say the story ends
when breath fades from the body,
when the heart grows quiet
and the world keeps turning without your footsteps.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:27 PM
๐ Life After Death ๐
They say the story ends
when breath fades from the body,
when the heart grows quiet
and the world keeps turning without your footsteps.
๐๐พ
They say the story ends
when breath fades from the body,
when the heart grows quiet
and the world keeps turning without your footsteps.
๐๐พ
Wildflowers,
thatโs what we areโ
rooted in truth,
growing in grace,
blooming anyway.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐ผโจ
thatโs what we areโ
rooted in truth,
growing in grace,
blooming anyway.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐ผโจ
November 25, 2025 at 2:25 PM
Wildflowers,
thatโs what we areโ
rooted in truth,
growing in grace,
blooming anyway.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐ผโจ
thatโs what we areโ
rooted in truth,
growing in grace,
blooming anyway.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐ผโจ
We werenโt planted with care,
we were planted with purposeโ
made to survive the winds,
the droughts,
the shadows that lingered too long.
And yet, here we are,
coloring the earth with resilience,
turning every scar into a garden,
every setback into soil.
๐๐พ
we were planted with purposeโ
made to survive the winds,
the droughts,
the shadows that lingered too long.
And yet, here we are,
coloring the earth with resilience,
turning every scar into a garden,
every setback into soil.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:25 PM
We werenโt planted with care,
we were planted with purposeโ
made to survive the winds,
the droughts,
the shadows that lingered too long.
And yet, here we are,
coloring the earth with resilience,
turning every scar into a garden,
every setback into soil.
๐๐พ
we were planted with purposeโ
made to survive the winds,
the droughts,
the shadows that lingered too long.
And yet, here we are,
coloring the earth with resilience,
turning every scar into a garden,
every setback into soil.
๐๐พ
๐ผ Wildflowers ๐ผ
They called us wild
because we grew where they never thought life could bloomโ
cracked concrete, hard seasons,
storms that tried to bend us out of shape.
But still we rose,
petals soft but spirits unbreakable,
catching sunlight in places
the world forgot to look.
๐๐พ
They called us wild
because we grew where they never thought life could bloomโ
cracked concrete, hard seasons,
storms that tried to bend us out of shape.
But still we rose,
petals soft but spirits unbreakable,
catching sunlight in places
the world forgot to look.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:24 PM
๐ผ Wildflowers ๐ผ
They called us wild
because we grew where they never thought life could bloomโ
cracked concrete, hard seasons,
storms that tried to bend us out of shape.
But still we rose,
petals soft but spirits unbreakable,
catching sunlight in places
the world forgot to look.
๐๐พ
They called us wild
because we grew where they never thought life could bloomโ
cracked concrete, hard seasons,
storms that tried to bend us out of shape.
But still we rose,
petals soft but spirits unbreakable,
catching sunlight in places
the world forgot to look.
๐๐พ
This rebellion is love,
this defiance is care,
I claim my own path
and breathe my own air.
Iโm sorry, Mama,
but freedomโs my pleaโ
I refuse to be a slave
to anything that isnโt me.
~Southern Belle 101 โจ๐ฟ๐
this defiance is care,
I claim my own path
and breathe my own air.
Iโm sorry, Mama,
but freedomโs my pleaโ
I refuse to be a slave
to anything that isnโt me.
~Southern Belle 101 โจ๐ฟ๐
November 25, 2025 at 2:17 AM
This rebellion is love,
this defiance is care,
I claim my own path
and breathe my own air.
Iโm sorry, Mama,
but freedomโs my pleaโ
I refuse to be a slave
to anything that isnโt me.
~Southern Belle 101 โจ๐ฟ๐
this defiance is care,
I claim my own path
and breathe my own air.
Iโm sorry, Mama,
but freedomโs my pleaโ
I refuse to be a slave
to anything that isnโt me.
~Southern Belle 101 โจ๐ฟ๐
I wonโt be a slave
to systems not mine,
I wonโt trade my soul
for their order, their line.
I honor your teachings,
your prayers, your tears,
but Iโll fight on my terms,
through doubt, through fears.
๐๐พ
to systems not mine,
I wonโt trade my soul
for their order, their line.
I honor your teachings,
your prayers, your tears,
but Iโll fight on my terms,
through doubt, through fears.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:16 AM
I wonโt be a slave
to systems not mine,
I wonโt trade my soul
for their order, their line.
I honor your teachings,
your prayers, your tears,
but Iโll fight on my terms,
through doubt, through fears.
๐๐พ
to systems not mine,
I wonโt trade my soul
for their order, their line.
I honor your teachings,
your prayers, your tears,
but Iโll fight on my terms,
through doubt, through fears.
๐๐พ
โIโm Sorry, Mamaโ โจ๐ฟ
Iโm sorry, Mama,
but I refuse to kneel,
to bow to their chains
or sign what they steal.
Iโve walked their streets,
felt the weight of their law,
seen the rules bend
against the ones they saw.
๐๐พ
Iโm sorry, Mama,
but I refuse to kneel,
to bow to their chains
or sign what they steal.
Iโve walked their streets,
felt the weight of their law,
seen the rules bend
against the ones they saw.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:16 AM
โIโm Sorry, Mamaโ โจ๐ฟ
Iโm sorry, Mama,
but I refuse to kneel,
to bow to their chains
or sign what they steal.
Iโve walked their streets,
felt the weight of their law,
seen the rules bend
against the ones they saw.
๐๐พ
Iโm sorry, Mama,
but I refuse to kneel,
to bow to their chains
or sign what they steal.
Iโve walked their streets,
felt the weight of their law,
seen the rules bend
against the ones they saw.
๐๐พ
In this sacred hour,
both fragile and strong,
I confront my fears,
where I truly belong.
3AM, the confessor,
the keeper, the friend,
where nights may break,
but the soul can mend.
~Southern Belle 101 โจ
both fragile and strong,
I confront my fears,
where I truly belong.
3AM, the confessor,
the keeper, the friend,
where nights may break,
but the soul can mend.
~Southern Belle 101 โจ
November 25, 2025 at 2:13 AM
In this sacred hour,
both fragile and strong,
I confront my fears,
where I truly belong.
3AM, the confessor,
the keeper, the friend,
where nights may break,
but the soul can mend.
~Southern Belle 101 โจ
both fragile and strong,
I confront my fears,
where I truly belong.
3AM, the confessor,
the keeper, the friend,
where nights may break,
but the soul can mend.
~Southern Belle 101 โจ
3AM holds secrets
the day would not see,
whispers of truth
that wonโt set me free.
The moon leans closer,
silver on my skin,
reminding me softly
where dreams begin.
๐๐พ
the day would not see,
whispers of truth
that wonโt set me free.
The moon leans closer,
silver on my skin,
reminding me softly
where dreams begin.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:13 AM
3AM holds secrets
the day would not see,
whispers of truth
that wonโt set me free.
The moon leans closer,
silver on my skin,
reminding me softly
where dreams begin.
๐๐พ
the day would not see,
whispers of truth
that wonโt set me free.
The moon leans closer,
silver on my skin,
reminding me softly
where dreams begin.
๐๐พ
โ3AMโ ๐ ๐
The world is quiet,
but my mind wonโt rest,
thoughts like shadows
curling in my chest.
The clock ticks loudly,
each second a drum,
memories awaken,
the night becomes numb.
๐๐พ
The world is quiet,
but my mind wonโt rest,
thoughts like shadows
curling in my chest.
The clock ticks loudly,
each second a drum,
memories awaken,
the night becomes numb.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:12 AM
โ3AMโ ๐ ๐
The world is quiet,
but my mind wonโt rest,
thoughts like shadows
curling in my chest.
The clock ticks loudly,
each second a drum,
memories awaken,
the night becomes numb.
๐๐พ
The world is quiet,
but my mind wonโt rest,
thoughts like shadows
curling in my chest.
The clock ticks loudly,
each second a drum,
memories awaken,
the night becomes numb.
๐๐พ
So I honor back thenโs grace,
while learning nowadaysโ ways,
blending lessons of the past
with the pulse of modern days.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐น๐น
while learning nowadaysโ ways,
blending lessons of the past
with the pulse of modern days.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐น๐น
November 25, 2025 at 2:10 AM
So I honor back thenโs grace,
while learning nowadaysโ ways,
blending lessons of the past
with the pulse of modern days.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐น๐น
while learning nowadaysโ ways,
blending lessons of the past
with the pulse of modern days.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐น๐น
Nowadays, chaos reigns,
noise drowns the quiet heart,
we scroll through moments
we barely take apart.
Yet in the mix of old and new,
thereโs wisdom we can find,
to carry love, to hold the truth,
and not leave soul behind.
๐๐พ
noise drowns the quiet heart,
we scroll through moments
we barely take apart.
Yet in the mix of old and new,
thereโs wisdom we can find,
to carry love, to hold the truth,
and not leave soul behind.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:07 AM
Nowadays, chaos reigns,
noise drowns the quiet heart,
we scroll through moments
we barely take apart.
Yet in the mix of old and new,
thereโs wisdom we can find,
to carry love, to hold the truth,
and not leave soul behind.
๐๐พ
noise drowns the quiet heart,
we scroll through moments
we barely take apart.
Yet in the mix of old and new,
thereโs wisdom we can find,
to carry love, to hold the truth,
and not leave soul behind.
๐๐พ
Nowadays, the world moves fast,
screens flicker, eyes glued tight,
friendships measured in likes and shares,
and words vanish in the night.
Back then, we listened more,
we felt the silence, felt the rain,
we learned from mistakes,
and joy was simple, plain.
๐๐พ
screens flicker, eyes glued tight,
friendships measured in likes and shares,
and words vanish in the night.
Back then, we listened more,
we felt the silence, felt the rain,
we learned from mistakes,
and joy was simple, plain.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:06 AM
Nowadays, the world moves fast,
screens flicker, eyes glued tight,
friendships measured in likes and shares,
and words vanish in the night.
Back then, we listened more,
we felt the silence, felt the rain,
we learned from mistakes,
and joy was simple, plain.
๐๐พ
screens flicker, eyes glued tight,
friendships measured in likes and shares,
and words vanish in the night.
Back then, we listened more,
we felt the silence, felt the rain,
we learned from mistakes,
and joy was simple, plain.
๐๐พ
โBackThen vs Nowadaysโ
Back then, the streets were slower,
laughter lingered in the air,
kids played till the sun sank low,
and neighbors paused to care.
Back then, letters came by hand,
words soaked in time and thought,
promises were treasures
not just lines we bought.
๐๐พ
Back then, the streets were slower,
laughter lingered in the air,
kids played till the sun sank low,
and neighbors paused to care.
Back then, letters came by hand,
words soaked in time and thought,
promises were treasures
not just lines we bought.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 2:06 AM
โBackThen vs Nowadaysโ
Back then, the streets were slower,
laughter lingered in the air,
kids played till the sun sank low,
and neighbors paused to care.
Back then, letters came by hand,
words soaked in time and thought,
promises were treasures
not just lines we bought.
๐๐พ
Back then, the streets were slower,
laughter lingered in the air,
kids played till the sun sank low,
and neighbors paused to care.
Back then, letters came by hand,
words soaked in time and thought,
promises were treasures
not just lines we bought.
๐๐พ
I speak my truth loud,
I walk my ground firm,
every step forward
is a lesson theyโll learn.
This is my reclaiming,
my victory, my trackโ
today I awaken,
today I call my power back.
~Southern Belle 101 โจ๐ฉธ
I walk my ground firm,
every step forward
is a lesson theyโll learn.
This is my reclaiming,
my victory, my trackโ
today I awaken,
today I call my power back.
~Southern Belle 101 โจ๐ฉธ
November 25, 2025 at 1:59 AM
I speak my truth loud,
I walk my ground firm,
every step forward
is a lesson theyโll learn.
This is my reclaiming,
my victory, my trackโ
today I awaken,
today I call my power back.
~Southern Belle 101 โจ๐ฉธ
I walk my ground firm,
every step forward
is a lesson theyโll learn.
This is my reclaiming,
my victory, my trackโ
today I awaken,
today I call my power back.
~Southern Belle 101 โจ๐ฉธ
No more whispers of doubt,
no more chains unseen,
I call my power back,
I take back whatโs been.
The strength that trembled,
the courage they stole,
flows through my veins,
returning to make me whole.
๐๐พ
no more chains unseen,
I call my power back,
I take back whatโs been.
The strength that trembled,
the courage they stole,
flows through my veins,
returning to make me whole.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 1:58 AM
No more whispers of doubt,
no more chains unseen,
I call my power back,
I take back whatโs been.
The strength that trembled,
the courage they stole,
flows through my veins,
returning to make me whole.
๐๐พ
no more chains unseen,
I call my power back,
I take back whatโs been.
The strength that trembled,
the courage they stole,
flows through my veins,
returning to make me whole.
๐๐พ
โCalling Your Power Backโ โจ๐ฉธ
Iโve been quiet too long,
letting shadows decide my name,
handing over pieces
I thought I could never reclaim.
But today, I riseโ
the fire in my chest ignites,
I gather every fragment
they tried to dim, to hide from sight.
๐๐พ
Iโve been quiet too long,
letting shadows decide my name,
handing over pieces
I thought I could never reclaim.
But today, I riseโ
the fire in my chest ignites,
I gather every fragment
they tried to dim, to hide from sight.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 1:58 AM
โCalling Your Power Backโ โจ๐ฉธ
Iโve been quiet too long,
letting shadows decide my name,
handing over pieces
I thought I could never reclaim.
But today, I riseโ
the fire in my chest ignites,
I gather every fragment
they tried to dim, to hide from sight.
๐๐พ
Iโve been quiet too long,
letting shadows decide my name,
handing over pieces
I thought I could never reclaim.
But today, I riseโ
the fire in my chest ignites,
I gather every fragment
they tried to dim, to hide from sight.
๐๐พ
Here in the hour, the world turns slow,
and in its stillness, I start to grow.
For though itโs dark, I see the powerโ
the magic lives in the midnight hour.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐
and in its stillness, I start to grow.
For though itโs dark, I see the powerโ
the magic lives in the midnight hour.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐
November 25, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Here in the hour, the world turns slow,
and in its stillness, I start to grow.
For though itโs dark, I see the powerโ
the magic lives in the midnight hour.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐
and in its stillness, I start to grow.
For though itโs dark, I see the powerโ
the magic lives in the midnight hour.
~Southern Belle 101 ๐
In the midnight hour, fears collide,
dreams awaken, truths canโt hide.
Every heartbeat, a drum of fate,
every choice refuses to wait.
The dark reveals what day conceals,
the soul unchains, the wound it heals.
In silence deep, the mind takes flight,
guiding me through the midnight hourโs light.
๐๐พ
dreams awaken, truths canโt hide.
Every heartbeat, a drum of fate,
every choice refuses to wait.
The dark reveals what day conceals,
the soul unchains, the wound it heals.
In silence deep, the mind takes flight,
guiding me through the midnight hourโs light.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 1:56 AM
In the midnight hour, fears collide,
dreams awaken, truths canโt hide.
Every heartbeat, a drum of fate,
every choice refuses to wait.
The dark reveals what day conceals,
the soul unchains, the wound it heals.
In silence deep, the mind takes flight,
guiding me through the midnight hourโs light.
๐๐พ
dreams awaken, truths canโt hide.
Every heartbeat, a drum of fate,
every choice refuses to wait.
The dark reveals what day conceals,
the soul unchains, the wound it heals.
In silence deep, the mind takes flight,
guiding me through the midnight hourโs light.
๐๐พ
โThe Midnight Hourโ ๐
The clock strikes twelve,
and shadows wake,
the world is still,
but my heart aches.
Whispers ride the quiet air,
secrets hidden everywhere.
The stars lean close to hear my vow,
the night demands my courage now.
๐๐พ
The clock strikes twelve,
and shadows wake,
the world is still,
but my heart aches.
Whispers ride the quiet air,
secrets hidden everywhere.
The stars lean close to hear my vow,
the night demands my courage now.
๐๐พ
November 25, 2025 at 1:55 AM
โThe Midnight Hourโ ๐
The clock strikes twelve,
and shadows wake,
the world is still,
but my heart aches.
Whispers ride the quiet air,
secrets hidden everywhere.
The stars lean close to hear my vow,
the night demands my courage now.
๐๐พ
The clock strikes twelve,
and shadows wake,
the world is still,
but my heart aches.
Whispers ride the quiet air,
secrets hidden everywhere.
The stars lean close to hear my vow,
the night demands my courage now.
๐๐พ