When you write, when you write about all of you, you will see the day you were born, vivid and clear. I have been writing now, consistently for almost 4 years, for myself first and the world second. I write in this way to be free, my way. You can take every thing from me. 2023 almost did. But my words, every single line I write, my way is to be feared. For I have known days when my writing was full of anger. Written words full of pity and sorrow. But I have also known days when my words were an act of survival. Words that lifted me to my power. Beware then of a woman who knows her power. A woman who writes in her power. She will tell stories one day, her way and when she does, they will begin as if in colors, eloquent and free…


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