I Am A Firestarter: I Am Still Hope

There is a power in writing that I am in love with. No man have I loved more than I have loved these 26 letters and the 170,000-plus words of the English language…I had to have.

I remember the words of Mother Maya that said, “I am the hope and the dream of the slave.” I remember the world of my favorite Auntie Nikki who told me that she would never fail to recommend the Black woman in times of trouble: “If the Black woman wasn’t born, she’d have to be invented.”

I am reminded of my mother, her mother, and the grandmothers whom watch me from the heavenly host whom survived so I could live.

I am reminded of my father, his father, and the grandfathers whom carried my grandfathers through water and fire so that I could live.

No, I cannot abandon this space. No.

As long as there is hope–there are words to guide us there.

This space, this platform, is nothing is…shall give hope. One word at a time.

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