I find it impossible to apologize for speaking out, having a brain, daring to feel and to express myself. I won’t live in darkness. Most probably don’t understand me. I am okay with that. There are a few of us who hold a secret that we share through a look, an exchange, a breath. Our silence exists in a crowd, but our voice comes out in rhythms of words and phrases, cadences of poetry and essay. We risk the chastisement of the masses, the inept, but we boldly speak our truth anyway, knowing we are chosen for greatness.