Thank God for writing — because writing saved my life and sanity. I truly don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t write. Whitney sang, “Where do broken hearts go?”

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I ask where do broken, silenced and oppressed voices go when we’re living in chaos and scarcity? Where do we go when others tell us we’re a monolith of poverty, broken English, loose morals, and criminal intent?

I escape to written words and verse… First, it was a hobby now it’s like hunger and thirst…