The spectrum of society always puts my
people last. The spectrum was never made for us. Our spectrum used to be beautiful.
My spectrum used to be beautiful. My palette had bright yellows and greens
and blues and now all I can see is black and white and the differences between
black and white. Now I’m still a child, right? I’m a baby, a child, who should be
able to live freely free to paint the world as I like to see fit and now my
spectrum is distorted by reality.