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My voice was stolen from me before I could develop it. I loved writing but a teacher, who should have helped develop and guide me as a writer, instead felt it was more important to teach me to be humble and dim my light to suit their own goals and beliefs.
It wasn’t until I was an adult with a child of my own that I learned the damage this simple act had on me. Not only did I rarely see myself depicted in literary and media works, but I was paralyzed in telling my own story.
I have finally found my voice. I intend to use it to create work that amplifies the experiences and dreams of Black people while creating space for other Black people to see and hear themselves in creative works.
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