I write because I hear the whispers of my ancestors.
I do my best to give them life in a world they would not understand, but their voices certainly need to be heard.
I write to collect the souls lost in the Middle Passage. Souls of broken origins that forever languish in the sea.
I write because it is all I have ever been, a writer.
I write because I often think if I ignore one voice; the person looking for that inspiration, may not find their way, or I might lose mine.
I write for you, the reader, known and unknown. Praying with each word, I impart my perspective on subjects you have given little or no thought.
I write because if I did not, I would cry, and I much prefer my words on paper than tears on my pillow.



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