I write because it’s all I have.

I write because it’s all I have. Nothing else intrigues me. I write for young Black women who feel ostracized from their own human experiences—the ones who feel like there’s no one they can tell. I see myself in the younger versions of these Black women, my sisters, for example. I see them in everything I do. I know how they’re feeling even when they can’t say it. I want them to see what I’m doing and know they can do it, too—that they can do whatever they want, despite any pressure or circumstance they feel may be in their way.

A beautiful life experience is possible for us (Black women), and I want that to be clear. To me, everything is beautiful—pain, fear, sadness, all beautiful—and of course, conventional beauty.

It Grows Wings is sort of a callback to two portfolios I’ve put together in the past. The first one is titled Oh, Who Am I? and the second is titled I Remember, I Remember, I Remember. These two bodies of work were me analyzing past and present experiences, trying to understand who I was from them, and why those experiences made me who I am. 

It Grows Wings is my finale to that way of thinking. I’ve come to terms with who I am, and that is a person who is ever changing. I feel deeply, I feel so deep it doesn’t feel natural. But that’s what life is—for me at least. I’m not supposed to have a true understanding of anything. I’m always changing and evolving; there is no past or future, just now. And who I am now will not be the same as who I was even at the start of me writing this. I’ve grown wings, and I will never be the same. 

In terms of collaboration, feel free to contact me if you are looking to put your ideas on paper or if you’re stuck somewhere in your creative process. We can chat, and I can tell you what I think. You can also reach out if you enjoy my work and have something to say about it. I love connecting with new people and experiencing life together, even if it’s just for one season or in one area of life.