The Woman Behind The Words
Bettia Prinston
I write not because life was soft, but because it demanded I rise from the places I once broke.
Mwen ekri pa paske lavi te dous avè m. Men paske li te fòse m leve nan menm kote yo te eseye kraze m.
This is where I learned to breathe again; in the quiet, at the desk, with nothing but my true and the courage to write it.
Se la mwen te aprann respire anko; nan trankilite ak verite mwen deye biwo a ak kouraj poum ekri li.
The Story Of Becoming
she discovered the truth that would shape her life: In the silence of those nights.
In the humility of those mornings.
In the ache of those seasons.
Istwa Vinn Tounen
Li te kouvri verite ki ta pral fòme lavi li.
Nan silans nwit yo.
Nan imilite maten sa yo.
Nan sezon doulè yo.
I am the woman who rose. life wasn’t gentle, but spirit refused to let me stay broken.
Mwen se fanm ki leve a. Lavi pat dous men espri te refize kitem rete brize.