Title: "Sky Between the Cracks" In a quiet corner of Detroit’s East Side, where cracked sidewalks wove between rows of worn-down buildings, lived a little girl named Amara Lewis. Her world was small—one bedroom shared with her grandmother and two younger cousins, and the sound of gunshots too familiar to flinch at. But Amara’s dreams were not bound by her surroundings. She believed in the sky, in the stars above the smoke, and in her power to rise. Amara’s mother had passed away when she was four. Her grandmother, Miss Clara, a retired school custodian with aching knees and an iron will, became her guardian and her anchor. Clara often said, “Don’t let the struggle blind you to the beauty, baby. Keep your eyes on the sky, even if you gotta look between the cracks.” Every night, by the flickering glow of a borrowed lamp, Amara would read worn-out books from the church donation box. She devoured Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes, and hidden pages of science encyclopedias with missing covers. Her imagination stretched beyond the city blocks—to galaxies, laboratories, and stories yet unwritten. In school, Amara was quiet but brilliant. She spoke with her eyes and wrote with fire. Her teachers noticed. One, Mr. Sanchez, submitted her poem “Fire in the Fog” to a national youth competition. It won. At twelve years old, Amara flew on a plane for the first time to accept her award in Washington, D.C. She’d never seen a skyline like that before. It didn’t scare her. It fed her. But life at home stayed hard. Some nights, there wasn’t enough food. Some days, she had to walk miles because the bus pass money went toward rent. Yet through it all, Amara kept writing. Her journal became her sanctuary, her way of surviving, her map out. By high school, she’d become known for her words. She gave speeches at rallies, started a blog called Cracks of Light, and led spoken word nights at a local youth center. Colleges noticed. She earned a full scholarship to Howard University to study creative writing and journalism. In college, Amara bloomed. She interned at major newspapers, wrote about racial justice and women’s voices, and never forgot her roots. Her senior thesis—“Raised by Sky and Concrete”—was published and went viral. It landed her a book deal. By 28, Amara was a bestselling author, Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist, and founder of a nonprofit that taught storytelling to youth in low-income communities. She returned often to her old school in Detroit, standing before students who reminded her of herself. “I didn’t escape,” she told them once, her voice steady with emotion. “I carried my home with me. And I came back—not to save you, but to remind you: you already have the power. You are the story. Write it.” And in the back of the classroom, Miss Clara—now in a wheelchair but glowing with pride—clutched a worn copy of Amara’s book and whispered, “Eyes on the sky, baby girl. Always.” #Blacks #Storytelling