Procrastination became the beginning to my inspiration.

A journey debating if fashion was actually my passion.

Outspoken, Powerful, and Fighter for my desires.

 

Confidence, and drive developed in such little time.

A decision I never chose that became the Ying and the Yang in my survival.

Alone and afraid in a city that never sleeps.

Denying to myself that I wasn't part of the number that increases every second, every minute, every hour, and 365 days a year.

Finding shelter became the death of me just up until I finally found the end in mind.

3 years of sleepless nights on a Pier at the end of Christopher St.

I finally crossed over a bridge to a new home in Brooklyn.

 

Still here 6 years and counting it wasn't until I realized a semester ago

my passion was defiantly not fashion...

but the desire to pursue a degree in Legal Studies and become a

successful lawyer.