When I was young momma brought me everywhere 

everywhere but home 

everywhere, as we traveled around the world I learned to write , write about everything my experiences what is was 

not to have a father in my life , and what it felt like to be homeless basically I mean, life was rough

althouhg I had momma she was so cought in other important things so had no ime to stop and her my deep sadness

so I wrote to relieve the pain, the happiness, the sadness, the depression, the everything this journal allowed my to be myself 

as I stand in a world where there in no such thing as equality 

this journal allowed me to humble myself even though I did not have the simple things other families had, like a father 

this journal kept me going I treated this journal like it was my father I told it e eryhting because dad was not here 

so who was suppose to turn to, momma was so caught up in finding a job so we can find a home 

she was there physically but not mentally 

writing became a hobby I started to collect them and now I look back at where I started, a jounalst who writes about 

different issues that are happening in the community I live in

i write because it is what I love it became my best friend when no else did 

and now I'm abl to get other children who are young to start writing so they can join me along in the change movement