It all started when I was 12 years old, I listened to words of the wise and it helped my soul, meaningful stanzas organized and a painful quiver as the poems were told, writing brought out the best in me through her and i felt as if I struck gold. Having that desire to be as the one I thought I knew, it was as if the life she lived everyday could not have been true, reason because when she penned down her thoughts it was something totally new, I was being spoken to through words, and she didn't have a clue. Who is this "she" that you speak of ? Well, this "she" lifted me to higher dimensions like a dove, this "she" also someone I truly love, Why do I write ? Because I was influenced by my older sister, my sibling, my blood.