Words. It didn’t start with sweatshirt sales. It didn’t start with t-shirts or hats. It started with a shy little girl in the middle room of a West Philly row home with a spiral notebook and pen her daddy gave her. I was scared to utter a word out loud. Now Allah (God) gave me the gift to write and speak words that give hope. Coming from a girl who grew into a woman who lived off of a mustard seed of faith and a glimmer of hope. So let’s get back to basics. For every book we move, every shirt that gets purrchased, it moves the needle.