MEdusa is a powerful memoir of tumultuous, bold teenage girlhood blossoming in the ruins of black life circa 1990. It's a story of a young girl raised by a single-mom; an ex- military vet suffering from Post- Traumatic Stress and Depression. She finds herself closing inside those same walls of low self-worth and promiscuity but challenges the reflection she sees in the mirror. It's a coming-of-age story of a young girl bursting into this inner-city ballet of heartache and dysfunction and ultimately finds self-love with the energy of a hip-hop lyric. And in the beginning, life is, by just about any measure, a mess. Her strength is pulling poetry out of the wreckage and finding beauty in the most simplistic and basic aspects of urban life; the rhythm of the Double Dutch ropes slapping against asphalt; the dozens; Nike Cortez on cracked side-walks, hide-n-seek in abandoned houses, and first kisses in the back of old school cars is what keeps the beat flowing. She inhales heartaches, violence and trauma and exhales a piece of art that captures a young girl blooming into womanhood in the midst of urban chaos, and fractured family structures. Medusa reads like a hip hop verse-- a modern form of poetry that has a fast-paced flow and a heartbeat like rhythm that keeps time with double-dutch ropes on the pavement and circles of nursery rhymes. Still the most fundamental part is the story. It's a true fairy-tale with all the elements of love and loss. Once upon a time in a land of urban decay where magical moments open like penny-candy and much like pickles with Now & Laters in the middle--can be sweet and sour at the same time. It's a place where young girls are enchanted by mix-tapes, where colorful characters burst on the page with vibrant language. MEdusa feels like slipping on a bright neon- Cross Color outfit and turning the dial on the radio to elaborate phraseology.MEdusa, is the image of a misunderstood and often villainized woman whose outward appearance essentially reduces others to stony and cold figures. How it's often a façade a woman creates for herself for protection but how she can ultimately imprison herself behind these same walls. It's a story about monsters, real and imagined and how society creates images of women that young girls struggle to bend themselves into. This book is also a celebration of flowers; women, those broken, damaged bushels pushing through the cracks in the concrete.