Letters to the Motherland

Thoughts and questions about "The Mother" fill my heart, occupy my brain, and inhabit my spirit. There are so many "what-ifs" and "should've," "would've," "could'ves." Lots of us wonder who we were. A few know and are proud of who we are. Then there are those of us who dream of who and what we want to be. The title of this Book was chosen to be what it is because I'm empathetic towards those that are less fortunate than me. It has nothing to do with possessions and even less to do with locations. It (to me) has everything to do with messages. Ones that need to be said and heard. Not just from me, by me, or for me, but "us." I'm speaking from the perspective of individuals who do not have a voice. Males, females, young, old, aware, mentally asleep, strong, and struggling. For those who think their spiritual requests are shouted loudly but still go unheard. There are so many things that need to be said to so many people and this is just the start. To those, these, and my people... God hears you. Lord, guide my mind, my pen, and my mouth. Use me however you see fit.