If seeing is believing…my third eye must have had a vision..foreseeing a future of faith in my ability to believe into being…
I believe..to have discovered beliefs..handed down to me..from elders and authorities..
I conceived them..and made them a part of me..
I made my voice inferior to everyone else..until I could no longer hear my own..but..
I believe that she kept on humming freedom hymns, all these years..waiting for me to join in and sing, ‘I shall overcome someday’ and now history has been made…
beliefs have been destroyed..and recreated..in my favor.
- 15 Habits of a Great Writer Challenge – Day 2 (rachelleharp.com)