“Some times, when I feel weak, when I feel low, when I buy into all the bullshit the world tells me about myself (that I am ugly, worthless, dumb, an aberration, doomed to failure), when those few I have called upon let me down or don’t show or, try as they might, can’t lift me up, in those times I cry to let out the pain and then I don’t me eyes. I look up. I am a black phoenix; I am part of the fulfillment of the dreams of slaves; I am the black queer boy who lives; I am the fat boy who demands love and respect. I am that I am that I am and I will always be. A dream forever fulfilling, forever reaching, never ever deferred, but definitely waiting to one day explode. Je suis, Maurice.