G. Anthony

I’m not here to be known.

I’m here to offer what helped me stay alive.

The words I write aren’t performances.

They’re traces of what I’ve survived—

and what I’m still becoming.

Call me G.

Or don’t.

Just feel what’s meant for you.

Because this isn’t really about me.

It’s about you, and the part of you that’s been waiting

for something true.

I hold family close.

And I hold space for those still learning how to.

I don’t want anyone to carry pain the way we’ve been taught to.

There’s another way.

Together, we remember.

If something in you stirred, you can reach out.

The line is open.

And I’m here.