Born from the streets, molded by the sprays of paint, crafted from the stories placed on me, I’ve taken a new identity. One that doesn’t crumble under my circumstances, but rather uses the bricks they’ve thrown at me to build a staircase.
There’s power in the anonymity and endless possibilities in the face behind the mask. I am not one thing, but infinite ones.
I am also known as truth-teller.
I am also known as encourager.
I am also known as leader.
I am also known as host.
I am also known as creator.
When no one knows who you are, you can be anything. Who will you be?
