This piece was written intentionally to meet a hurting and rebellious generation in the midst of their frustration. A generation that is so confused by the twisted paths society has paved, it no longer recognizes the loud cries of Lady Wisdom. She screams her warnings as they continue to wander onto bloodstained streets that cry out for justice. She gently tries to heal wounded wombs carrying the next generation of fatherless children. Wisdom stands in the middle of broken-down communities and teaches daily, but the agony of bitter hearts and the hunger pangs for quick fixes deafen the children’s ears. I wrote this not from a seat of judgment. This was written from the inside out. I literally began the story from within, taking the lust-filled shades off my own eyes and trading them in for the bifocals of truth. Then I stared in the mirror. I studied my eyes, my lips, the dimples in my cheeks, the scars on my black skin. I choose to endure years of dangerous and risky missions exploring the endless portals of my mind, soul, and heart where I came face to face with some of the most horrifying demons, as well as the most beautiful angels. I climbed the endless branches of my detailed family tree and had to dig for secrets from the past, secrets that should have been willingly given to me. There were times I stared into the dark abyss of my inner soul and wondered, Would I ever make it out? No, I didn’t write this as a judge, I wrote this as a lover of the weary, tired, tormented souls. I know all too well the pain of being lost in depression, confusion, fear, anger. Lost in sin. The addiction of sinning, the repetitiveness of it, the addiction to pain. I’ve slept in the alleys of denial and spent years with sorrow because I desperately needed help but was incapable of receiving it. I know the tournament of wandering in the dark, looking for a helping hand, or at least a map that will get you to your final destination. This is my story of redemption. This is my story that brightly shines a light on the path to truth, to life, and to Jesus. I say His name because it seems that many are afraid to, in a real way, at least. The way out of despair was not led by a husband, a boyfriend, or a best friend. It wasn’t a mother, a father, or a grandmother. It wasn’t a sister, brother, cousin, or career. It had nothing to do with a degree or a billion-dollar idea. Respectfully, it was not found in the name of religion. This thirst wasn’t quenched by the latest Jordans, Jimmy Choos, iPhones, or social media “Like.” This satisfaction that allowed me to overcome addiction, lust, and insecurities began with this person, Jesus. This friend. This lover and perfecter. This simple, honest, and selfless man. This patient man. This enigma to some. Prophet to others. This change happened through a free, honest, open relationship with Jesus. A daily commitment changed my entire life. My prayer for you is that through reading this book, you will come to know the truth by seeing yourself in one of the characters, or more importantly, see Jesus at work in their lives. This is an opportunity to take a deeper journey with Trinity as she navigates through the hoods of life and finds her way back home. Motherhood, sisterhood, depression-hood, anxiety-hood, hustle-hood, student-hood, truth-hood. Make no mistake, this book was written with the sole intent of calling the lost home. Trinity is a fictional tale inspired by true life events written as a poetic monologue. She serves as a needed reminder that you are never too dirty, too sinful, or too messed up to come home. The beauty of a gift is that most of the time we are undeserving and usually not expecting one. Meet the ultimate giver. Come home children, the Father is waiting for you with open arms. Come home.