Why speak?
I remember as a child, the world seemed peaceful and hopeful. The only thing I worried about was the next exploration my imagination would take me. As I got older, real life sank in. I realized the life I explored as a child, wasn’t the life I was expected to live. Growing up in New York City wasn’t easy. Being bullied in elementary school, to dealing with racism and being called SPIC (derogitory word for hispanics) to being raised by a single mom, struggling with five kids-- as a result of domestic violence and its treacherous cycle.
