Dear Columbia, I was never supposed to walk your halls. Never to experience the pain and suffering that came with you. Even through the trauma of it all, that experience changed me for the better. You never dimmed my light, you actually brightened it. It was you who taught me how to stand tall through moments of great pain and controversy. You held up a mirror to me to show that while like a broken crayon, I can still create a masterpiece within myself. I was able to piece together the puzzle of my life and frame a work of art. Thank you for turning my moment of perpetuity into power.
Love, Jalona