I have been writing for my life for many years, early on I had no idea God would mix this pain with this life and birth these words. I wrote to keep from dying, and I shared what I had written to keep from killing. In eight grade Mrs Price shared with my class Still I Rise by Maya Angelou, who instantly became my mentor, I believe I'll meet her some day. My father had a poem on our living room wall, I don't remember the title but the words are etched in my mind forever. He would also have my siblings and I read from a poetry anthology, and sing. Sometimes he was drunk but God was using Dadd more...
