Most of my young life I felt voiceless. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always been a talker, always been loud and slightly irreverent, but I was wearing a mask.
I wasn’t living or speaking my truth. Out of fear.
Raised in an evangelical fundamentalist christian church, I was called as a prophet at age thirteen. I got very good at saying what I thought others wanted me to say. I was charismatic, passionate, and “anointed,” but I was drowning. I was in constant fear of being found out.
At nineteen, I realized that life is too short to live someone’s truth. I came out and left the church and lost everything.
But I found myself and my voice.
This is why living out loud and sharing my truth and story as an artist is so important to me today. Spoken word encourages and empowers me to continue living authentically, unmasked, and open.
I find a lot of healing in my work, and my hope is that others will as well, that maybe they will also find strength and empowerment through radical vulnerability.