
I Am Woman.
I know my rights.
I know my strengths.
I know my history.

Intersections of fate
Reyna was 21, but looked and to some extent felt 16; like she hadn’t matured a day beyond the age she discovered the “oddness,” she sensed about herself, had a name.

A Church Girl Gone Rogue
You said inside
I said no way
You said dolls
I said trucks.