This piece is a rallying cry for every gift you've sidelined, every creation you’ve withheld, every truth you’ve dimmed because someone else “got there first.” It’s not about shame. It’s about sovereignty. About remembering that your magic was never meant to be ornamental—it was meant to be offered.
You’ll hear Shaneh name her three unpublished books, not as a confession, but as an invocation. A living reminder that our sacred work deserves to be witnessed. Not someday. Now.
This is a story about reclamation.
About setting it ablaze.
About taking your seat at the head of the table—overflowing with the fruits of your labor, nourishing the world with everything you once feared was too much.
This is your invitation to pick up the pen. Or the mic.
To say your price—with your whole chest.
To begin.
And harvest the holy.
