I remember growing up in North Philly….
Raised within the convictions of a pentecostal family that really made me struggle with myself and my identity.
Subconsciously I knew that I wasn’t what my family had expected me to be.
At a very young age I learned to silently whisper my fears and abominations into the ear of my families “Lord and Savior.”
Maybe I should have prayed a little louder, drowned my demons a little longer, lay rice at my feet and bury my knees in it a little harder.”
- Corem
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