I am a writer, a poet, a lawyer, a woman.
I am a daughter, a wife, a sister — making me so strong…
Who am I?
I’m still figuring that out — through poems, through silence, through contradictions I carry every day.
I am both reason and emotion.
The voice and the witness.
The judge and the one on trial.
This space — Poetic Counsel — is where I come to tell the truth without a verdict.
Where I lay down the legalese and let my words feel instead of prove.
You’ll find here:
✍🏽 poems that argue and ache
📖 stories that wander before they arrive
🌸 quotes that offer quiet counsel
💬 fragments of womanhood, motherhood, and in-between-hood
This is a space for all my voices — and maybe a few of yours too.
There is no final clause here. No closing statement.
Just a heart learning how to draft itself into being.
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And yet here I am — free and wild, living my life and still being a child.