I didn't write this book for claps.

I wrote it because I was drowning.

Because I was broke, broken, and rebuilding.

This is for the girl who didn't know yet... but was finally ready to choose herself.

Letters to the Girl Who Didn't Know Yet

I bled on these pages so the next girl wouldn't feel alone.

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"Not everyone who calls you 'sis' comes in peace."

I wrote this poem, "Snake in the Grass," during a season when betrayal tried to break me. I trusted someone who wore a sister's smile but moved like a serpent in silence. This is for the ones who've ever been bitten by someone they once prayed for.

But healing has a sound-and this is mine.

I cut the grass. And now I see clearly.