Who I am and what I do seem to vary by mod, mood, and mode of expression. I write. I act. I perform. Most of the labels that are projected onto me are seldom how I would choose to refer to myself. Yet regardless of how much I might dodge classification the one label that I tote freely is that of being an artist. And it is the art of self expression that has heightened my experience on this planet and fueled my understanding of love, compassion, as well as humanity. It is the chronicle of my growth as an artist, daughter, friend, lover and individual.

I am .. "The walking oxymoron to cloud 9's achilles heel. Black words written on white lines. Free verses, a bipolar rubix cube. America's Prom Queen sitting in Black Barbies coffin. An ongoing social experiment. Jkyell and Hydes stepdaughter. Marlin Mason's birth mother. Hellen Kellers plagiarizing private thoughts not her words. Rits Hayworth as I motion these ethnic hips to gyrate. I decided to be like me when I grow up. Pandora's Box is the least of my worries; she is the ideal fear I'll leave to hitch hike across America. I am the woman who wasn't Darwin. A Brooklyn native, my words are lyrics to spoken word music. I have insanity, my insanity does not have me" .. I AM