I don’t judge others, consequently I don’t judge myself and create in utter freedom. My self-expression is not dampened by my fears as I am melting them in my heart. I am free as I am freeing myself of my past. I am free as I walk without my given name. Can fierce freedom be named? How can the world mask freedom? How can the world put freedom in a box? I am not a mask; I am not a box.