In 2009, I picked up my life and moved to Mississippi. These are the letters I wrote, documenting my experiences at Hinds Community...

It was my first back in the house since they took away my flower. It seemed so lifeless. The ways once splashed with colors seemed gray....

I love to see you broken. Tore down by this world, curled up, balled up, and throw away. Because this is the time that god has blessed me...