I am different, how hard it is to admit it, I am different …
but when you think about it, I create my own and others ‘worlds, my otherness, illness, and health …. desire to knock and peace, I create my own and others’ world ….

I would no longer want my blackness stages to affect other people – my roommates, friends, and staff, but most importantly I want to stay healthy and alive myself ….

my world is different, every morning is a treasure, prayer, and the rising of the sun, which I would not exchange for anything.