Born incarcerated, locked down by those of judgmental thoughts while trying to plan the perfect escape. Refusing to become harmonized with their cycle, figuring ways to make it out without being victimized. But I have been the victim. Trying to understand their ways locked my mind deeper into their theory, programming my thoughts to their dialect. Molding me for when I finally built up enough courage to turn off the screen, my reflection would only highlight my insecurities concealing the image of self-worth behind the dark thickened glass wall. I had clear vision of the way out. I knew escaping meant taking a leap out of my comfort zone. But comfort felt so damn good that it distracted my attention away from those willing to help.