Man, I LOVED being outside. What my elders used to say, “Out there in those streets where you ain got no bitness bein.” From nine years old, the earliest recollection I have of my childhood, you couldn’t tell me NOTHIN. Hell yeah, I loved being in the streets where I was jumped at least once … Continue reading Footnotes on My Journey by Nichole Pace
Product of my Environment Truth be told, I don't want to say that I'm just like you because we're all different and unique in our own way. Honestly, some have said that I'm worse than most. They've said things like, "Jerel, you're possessed by demon." or things like "Death is following you." In my youth … Continue reading We all have a story to tell. This is mine.
No Child is Born Bad I was born into a single mother family, just me and my mom. I was always alone. Alone to deal with my traumas by myself with no guidance. Life put me through the ringer very early in life. At the tender age of just four-years-old, I was two feet tall. … Continue reading I’m a survivor, and here’s my story.