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