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"There are some among us who live in rooms of experience we can never enter." John Steinbeck They were never children, rather possessions like a centerpiece. A bunch of wild flowers made tame by the vase that held them. Cut too soon, but purposely so. All of this in an effort to stunt their growth. After all, they were disposable. When they withered, they were quickly replaced with a fresh cluster. They were nothing to be valued or treasured. Merely props to hide the true nature of the beast behind their creation. Jezzemen, the youngest daughter of a well respected minister, has a secret....

"I've learned... that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become." Omer B. Washington Take this journey with Jezze, reiterating that she is no longer alone...no longer muted. Hold her hand, as she struggles to find her way through the emotional jungle within her. Her path to healing, is now our path. As no child should be left behind. Share her hopes, dreams, pain, gain...her heart.