Ever since I was young, I always seemed to have a knack at being an effective communicator within my relationships; friends, family, professional situations, all of it. Being raised in a black household where you aren't able to express yourself led me to second guess this ability I was born with.
I was not able to share my feelings with my parents because as a child I was only supposed to sit and listen; nothing more. I found myself arguing with my mother constantly because I knew things she was saying wasn't right and from the pits of my soul I wanted to stand up for myself but after so many years of having my words shot down I lost faith in myself and my feelings.
I stopped speaking up when things were unfair, I stopped trying to be the mediator in my circles, I stopped using the power that the universe had given me solely because I was made to feel as though it had no place in my home.
As I am getting older, I'm slowly finding my voice again.
I've used my platform to speak on the hard topics around identity, racism, anti-LGBTQ rhetoric and so on. I've learned that there are folks out there who want to hear what I have to say, and that my words and experiences both inspire and affect them personally.
To this day I still feel nervous to speak up at times but I remember how young Ares would be beaming up at me if they saw that I am continuing to speak up and out about things I'm passionate about.
It is my purpose, my power, my everything!