I didn't finish what I wanted to say. Let me speak. The first poem I wrote was about fire. I was maybe 7 or 8 years old. How ironic... Here I am years later with this art that emanates from me. This fire they tried to put out. The fire in me that we tried to contain. To all those who have asked me to remain silent. To all those who made me believe that I was not enough or that I was too much... to all those who were unable to support me in my originality, my difference, my complexity... I say to you: Watch me burn. I am a fire that can never be extinguished. Let me burn and shine. All those years of trying to fit into a mold that wasn't made for me. Look and see how I burn this mold. I'm not finished... Just one last thing... Get out of my way.