As a young girl I always escaped the turmoil and confusion in my life by writing poetry. Recently I have have went through a lot of adversity. Have two children, failed relationship after relationship, my son was involved in a cps investigation resulting in his daycare closing down which resulted in me losing my job, After teaming up with a sister and striving to build something while we were both
down and out and being betrayed, mother's apartment getting shot up 2x, being evicted from my apartment, having to separate from my children....this is just a brief description of what I went through from Sept to December of 2015. After I settled into the shelter I had to come to the realization that there were some steps I needed to take for me. Having the support I have allowed me to be comfortable with accepting my bipolar disorder. Apart of healing is accepting and doing something about what you do have a control over, and also accepting what you do not have control over and being ok with that. Most of my poetry reflect that. My main objective in the brook is to open little brown girls eyes. My story is so similar to so many sisters I know. My goal is to take away the stigma attached to mental illness in the urban community. Most that admit to having anxiety or any type of mental illness are stigmatized as weak or flat out plum crazy and that's not necessarily the case. The testimonies that I hear from so many brown women like myself baffles me how we can make it through without any therapy or help and be able to function properly with no PTSD or residual affects from our experiences. I was failed as a child. The school didn't see it. When there was no way you couldn't have. I slipped through cracks and I don't know how when in 6th grade I was on the 3rd grade reading level. By the time I finished I was on the high school reading but I worked my ass off to get there. When I was in school I had a 99 in Global history class and on the regents examine and ended up initially receiving a 52. I would have melt downs in class over a 70. I'm talking about crying, flipping desk and papers over. I justified it as a teen by saying I was passionate, My poetry as a teen would have disturbed most adults but I learned the art early of making my pain and having a poker face. My book is a glimpse into my soul. It's the experiences that I have been through the past year. The good, the bad, the ugly raw truth. It's what I have I have learned and gained from each experience. This this book is my testimony. This book can be a bible for little girls. Inspired by myself and the ones that never gave up on me. This book is for every person of melanin! If you even took the time out to read this
THANK YOU!!!!!
