Mark Peterson, Jr., attended Tennessee State University in Nashville, TN. He is from Milwaukee, WI. He says, "Many lessons have been learned throughout my life and one way I use my experiences to help others is by writing. I am sincere about my words. This is my art, my passion, and I believe that my purpose on this planet is to be an inspiration to many men and women of my generation and those to come."
He can be reached at Peterson.Mark2@gmail.com.
Growing up I always had a helping hand, my corner was always filled with loving family and friends willing to stop what they were doing, for me. Willing to go the extra mile, but as my “age mileage” increased, it’s only logical that those helping hands decrease.
A “seed” is different from none. It’s similar to all of its type––something so small and visually meaningless with the potential to bring true beauty to a physical existence. When looking at a “seed,” I begin to wonder...How? How can something so simple grow to be this metaphoric example of life and beauty?
I know a young man with so many beautiful dreams. I wonder why he was placed in this nightmare. See because this young man lived poverty stricken he had to work for his, whether legal or illegal he needed all he could get.