I use to write all the time. I’m starting to forget what my voice sounds likes. Maybe it’s not suppose to sound the same. I miss my past relationship with speaking truth and history. Yet some pieces of it were grounded in wanting to be accepted in the Christian industry. A new relationship with my voice that is not lead by fear of rejection is what I’m bringing forth. Neva disowning the art I’ve created. I’m just grateful to have let my own art transform me time and time again.