Whenever our house got a little too rowdy, my mother would always smile and say that her only safe haven was in the bathroom. Then, she’d sneakily tiptoe upstairs without us noticing. It was the only door that locks in our house, so I figured it was her space to be free from two adventurous kids, a wacky husband, and an always hyperactive puppy. Until the day I followed her, and she forgot to lock the door. When I slowly twisted the knob, I saw a lair full of excitement and a powerful woman fully covered in gold.
Mom?!
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Alexis Dean Jr.
Alexis “L.E.X” Dean Jr. is a clean Hip-Hop artist, poet, and educator from Milwaukee, WI. As a writer and music artist, he focuses on the importance of educating through his words and stories...
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