If there was a biography about me, the title would be the one above because that’s who I am. Born in the 70s, came of age during the 80s, and still alive today. Saw the carnage of the crack epidemic in real time, lost several friends to addiction and murder during this period. Raised in the hood, a teen mom, on welfare. Literally a flower who rose up from concrete who has dealt with some of the most traumatic situations that a human could have experienced, experiences that could have broken my heart, my spirit, my soul but it didn’t. A warrior woman. On this Valentine’s Day I am blessed to be still alive. Gratefully, joyously, alive.