I’m a poet born from pain, truth, and survival. Raised as an only child by a strong mother who did her best to guide me, I still found myself following in the footsteps she tried to protect me from. By 13, I had already experimented with cocaine and Xanax, and by 18, I was fully consumed by meth addiction—a battle I’ve faced for over 22 years. My life has been a long, hard road of trauma, toxic relationships, jail time, and heartbreak. I’ve had seven children, three of whom I placed for adoption, and the others are with their fathers or family members—not because I didn’t love them, but because I didn’t want them to grow up in the chaos my addiction brought. That’s a pain I carry every day. I’m not perfect. I struggle with consistency. I’ve made mistakes, some I regret deeply. But through it all, I’ve always had one constant: writing. Poetry has been my outlet since I was a teenager—a place where I could speak my truth when no one else was listening. It’s where I turn my scars into stories and my pain into power. I’m a Libra—loyal to a fault, sometimes selfish, sometimes manipulative, but always real. I’m not your typical social butterfly, but I feel deeply, and I express what many are too afraid to say. This is my journey. This is my healing. This is my truth in ink.