I started when I

Was angry, belittled, my

Insights rejected.

I wanted to prove

A point, that I was worthwhile.

That what I said was

From a place of love

And understanding, not an

Axe to grind. But the

More I work with the

Material, it becomes

A part of me. The

Words behind my words.

I think that I can do good

With it, shine a light

For others. Redeem.

It’s a heritage which I

Neglected, a gift.