According to my history, I've always been subject to shame, although I've never held my head down. Basically, I've struggled emotionally to find understanding as to why I had any control over my life or find the facts behind the harmful intent that kept me in a pitiful position. There are two kinds of people in this world, the good and the bad, and it has nothing to do with color. In fact, I consider myself to be both, and society designed me. For years, I found myself hiding and dodging self-growth, and a lot of times, I did things according to other people's plan, until I found the courage to speak up and out. This is my story.