My name is Sherille Williams. I am from the Bronx. I had attended college for health administration. At first, my major was journalism, but I switched once my mom was diagnosed with MS. I wanted to know about the health field more. I became an MA for a short time, but writing has always just seemed to keep me happy. No matter how many college courses I took, when I spoke my mind truthfully, I felt at ease. When I write, I feel like I helped someone else feel like they are not alone. Growing up in New York taught me how to stay humble when I have a lot and stay humble when I have nothing. My years of writing from the heart began at the age of fourteen. I was writing short stories and just feelings in my daily journal. Over the years, I began seeing the bad and good ideas of relationship and people and just life. I started to feel as if I lived all this before, but somehow I had to let others know that pain is only temporary. Writing it all down for me was much easier and helped me feel complete. My friends and family thought I was kind of weird and that my mentality and soul was a lot older than my age. Some people even thought I overthink things. I just didn't care. I write because the nonsense I go through is justified in my eyes. I write because growing up with my mom and seeing how she handled things gave me a way to escape my feelings. My dad leaving and just the people I have dated became questionable. My heart aches, and just losing people had me at why. Are all these hard times supposed to teach me something, and if so, what is it? My writing helped me want to question everything. I did not just want to know yes or no. I wanted to know why. I am twenty-six now, and I still do not understand everything, but I know why I now write verses, just writing in my journal for no reason. Yes, New Yorkers are pretty strong at heart, but other New Yorkers become broken too. So why poetry? Why not? It allows you to speak freely without judgment because we all been through it. Even you, and that's why you're going to enjoy this book.
