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The feeling came without warning, like stomach cramps after speed eating Taco Bell’s Burrito Supreme. I couldn’t ignore it, and every fiber of my being was compelled by it. The moment had come. It was time to change my world.
It’s one thing to believe in something. It’s another entirely to live like you believe in something. When Martin Luther King said he had a dream, there was an authority in that statement. He knew his dream would come to pass, and he was willing to hold his ground until it did.
That’s kinda what happened to me. It didn’t come to me in front of a crowd or news station, but met me quietly at my hotel bedside New Years Day. I could see it before my eyes, the same dream MLK had. We both had a revelation of the promise for freedom.
I’m just not ok with child exploitation, and I’m just not ok with waiting for someone else to decide its an issue that matters enough to fight for. It’s that simple.
So I am committed to doing all that I can to make sure people know that its past time to lift our voices for children experiencing violence. To make sure people know that freedom is within reach. I am not moving until the promise of freedom rains on this world like a soft winter snow.
Some people stay awake at night writing music, and others stay up trying to figure out how to pay bills. I stay awake trying to think of ways to the rising abuse of women and children. I’m saving my money and I’m talking to people. I’m writing about it, hosting events and inspiring kids to lift their voices to end the violence facing children. While it is not the answer, and it an answer, and for now, its all I can do.