Speak.

I'm headed for greatest.
I feel it in my soul.
And I love it.

I love knowing that
one day a young woman will read my memoir
and cry.
Not tears of sadness
but tears of relief
because finally she knows that
she's not alone in her struggle.
There is someone out there
that also hurts as much as she does...
Someone else who fought her own demons and won.
My heart is warmed by the notion that
my writing may serve as inspiration, motivation...
or that one day it may serve as a source of controversy.

Add me to the long legacy of great writers
that have laid down a path of literary gems before me.
Allow me to contribute to a tradition
that heard the song of Maya's caged bird
and the weary blues of Langston.

Allow me to express my voice...
Allow me to speak.