the love in all its many forms that has crossed my path.
To the pain that has pushed me along
To my author and finsiher Jesus
For the wait that has taught me much patients, and to the mountains that showed me my strenghth.
To the mustard seed of faith He has so graciously gifted me with. To my Father Carroll Richardson who personofied fight and service. To Dre who showed me how simply being yourself could inspire and change so many. To my mother Dorothy Richardson who displays humility and excellence naturally. To my big sister Talmera Richardson whose prayers to heaven delivered me here safely, and to my Ma Duece for her prayers and confidence when I was weak and confused. To my church family and all the Pastors who have poured into me and stayed faithful to the call of God on their life. To TaLae who reminds me to be brave and to LAUGH. To all my sisters and brothers in the struggle, and to every overlooked King and Queen. Look up.