I spent a lot of time feeling alienated and rejected.

Prisons are like the concentration camps of our time. So many go in and never come out, and primarily they're black and Latino.

It's okay to be a freak.

It's from our sufferings that we form our consciousness.

I was literally the black sheep of the family, and there were definitely moments of discomfort while my grandmother was working through her racism.

I felt devalued and disrespected. The energy behind it felt disingenuous and motivated by corporate profit.