" Write your truth, Ms. Tia say. Your truth.

I tear to pieces the paper, ad throw it to the floor. Then I swim deep inside the river of my soul, find the key from where it is sitting full of rust, at the bottom of the river, and open the lock. I kneel down beside my bed, close my eyes, turn myself into a cup, and pour the memory out of me. "

― Abi Daré , The Girl with the Louding Voice