One of these days, Monica will be a famous writer, maybe like Langton Hughes or Maya Angelou. Her words have made her who she is. Her words have brushed her kinky locks, kissed her thick brown lips, and danced upon her pug nose. If you could see the beauty of her words, and feel the power of their touch, you would know like she knows. She was born to write. So, Toni Morrison and Alice Walker, slide over a bit. Let a ten-year-old squeeze in between you two.