It was a warm day in October 2002 when I stood in the hospital holding my newborn daughter for the first time. It was the most amazing feeling. But the  moment  was cut short. The feds came to the hospital to arrest me. I had sold cocaine and they charged me with drug conspiracy. Growing up, I didn't dream of becoming a drug dealer. My mom worked at a factory. My dad didn’t live with us. Times were hard. I wanted more than just milk, butter, and cheese for my family to eat. I was tired of spending nights with just candles burning for light or using the stove as a heater. As a young boy, chasing fast money made sense to me. Today, as a man, I understand chasing fast money was not the answer. But it feels too late.

That day in the hospital in 2002, I remember handing my daughter back to the nurses when officers put me in handcuffs. I haven’t held her as a free man ever since.

I have been able to set and accomplish both short and long term goals by taking advantage of rehabilitative programs in prison. I have been determined to better myself. In 2006, I received my G.E.D. And in 2009 I completed vocational training in general construction and small and large appliance repair. Through this program I learned to build a house and worked to construct one inside a warehouse within the institution. I have completed over 50 courses on personal development and growth, parenting and education.

In 2015, I became a certified technician under the Clean Air Act. I know how to repair air conditioning systems in motor vehicles. I have also spent time furthering my passion for art. My identity is no longer drug dealer. I am an artist. That is how I define myself for myself.