Nyarae wrote a piece called “Tina’s Angels” to share with the group: “Ms. Tina hands us red diaries. Tells me, ‘Hold your head up.’ We travel to museums of beauty, see our culture and neighborhood, and parking lots and beauty shops in a new light. We are the roses that grew from the concrete. Proving nature’s law is wrong. Learning to fly when given wings. Funny it seems, but by keeping our dreams, we learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the legacy that grew from concrete. When someone cared.”
