While my eyes were closed, Ashanti's song “Mother” came on and tears surfaced. It made me think of my Mom, who helped me along every step of my journey. It made me think of that younger me. It made me think of a young self who did not yet know my destiny, let alone that it was more to life. That younger me was so filled with anger, often misunderstood, and even attempted to give up on life.
Wow… look at me now. As tears dropped during that song, it was tears of a revelation. I am living the testimony. I am on the journey to move the many I represent.
I’m a young African American woman, navigating a world set to a standard of deception about my worth. Knowing how and where I grew up, the enemy wants me to believe that I don’t belong or deserve. However, I walk with the almighty God and I am living my ancestors’ wildest dreams. I’m supported by an infinite community of God’s soldiers. I am the epitome of the creator because God walks through me.
With this, I pray over this trip. I pray to fulfill the missions lined up, heal, expand my horizons, build my brand which is about to expand and REPRESENT. This journey is so much greater than me.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been the only. I am the only black person on this trip. Through representation, hopefully, I can INSPIRE my communities at home to increase these numbers. I hope to also show my new Costa Rican community what different really is. How will I do that? By showing us as me, with my long locs, long lashes, country accent, clothing brand, and brilliant mind.