Michaela Freire

“We all felt the same nervous energy, but we kept it concealed under the stoic masks we had worn standing on the corners in our respective ´hoods. From the streets of Detroit to the organized-crime families in Chicago, from the dirty South to the gang-infested neighborhoods in L.A. and New York, we all wear the mask. It is one that says, "I am fearless, I don´t care, and I will destroy anything in my past including myself." But all of us know that beneath this mask is a vulnerable boy whose heart has turned cold.”
― Shaka Senghor, Writing My Wrongs