Out of the shadows...

She is a silent storm. She feels invisible and unheard but the effects of her presence are undeniable. Your memories of her are vague but you cant deny that she was there every step of they way. She didnt have a defining role growing up as she was not the oldest, the only boy, or the youngest-rather she fell somewhere inbetween. The adults in her life shunned her very existence as I am sure they knew she had the key that would break them all free. They knew freedom not, and the very thought of it allowed them (us) to remain shackled to the very thing that killed us: silence. The time she spent isolated, shunned, and misunderstood prepared her for the moment that will change the course of her life and those she comes in contact with. Her time spent reading, exploring, dreaming, and hoping will soon manifest into a season of all that she could have ever hoped! Dont ever underestimate her as she will be rise up with strength and power from on high and his glory with me manifested through her, here in the earth realm. She is chosen, she is set-apart, she is different, she has been preserved for such a time as this. When she cries I know she feels angry at the very fact that she has to cry. Angry that her tears are been controlled by her past and those people (or person) that has caused her and her family much pain and anguish. I want her to know that with every tear her soul is being cleansed and a shift takes place setting her on her path of greatness. Her tears, is the crown of humility that her Father has given her. Her tears are not a curse but in fact a gift-a blessing bestowed upon her that will give little black girls all around this world a reason to live. He tears is a birthing process. Her tears is her nourishment. Her tears are a gift and not a curse. As she cries, inspiration is given to another. I am so glad to know her, to love her, to live amongst her glory. She is beautiful, funny, stylish, radiant, intelligent....She mattered then, and she matters now. I am proud of all that she was, is, and shall become. Though the world lost out on its opportunity to affirm the little girl, she has come into her own and her faith will make her whole. Your tears my dear is the bullet to the weapon that will be used in the battle to fight on your behalf! This battle is not yours its the Lords and as you seek him Victory shall be yours (and mine, for we are connected)!

EvenYou...EvenMe....whichever comes first :)