Welcome to the Southward dives deep into the streets of Newark, New Jersey, where rebellion meets survival head-on. In this second chapter of Wings I Never Asked For , she’s no longer a child trying to fit into someone else’s idea of “home” she’s a teenager with fire in her chest and too much pain to stay still. Drawn to the raw energy of older women who held their own on Johnson Avenue women with their own apartments, routines, and rules she found herself pulled into a world that wasn’t meant for someone her age. These women weren’t caretakers; they were survivors. And in their space, she learned quickly that vulnerability was currency you couldn’t afford to spend. Still young. Still angry. Still searching. She floated between couch cushions and closed doors, masking her fear with boldness and pretending not to notice the danger woven into the freedom she thought she wanted. The Southward wasn’t a system it was a trap dressed as independence, and every decision she made came with a price. Welcome to the Southward is a story of misplaced trust, self-discovery in the shadows, and the desperate hunger to belong even when the places you run to might break you first.