Trying to be a professional dancer, paying my rent by posing nude for art classes, staring at people staring at me naked. Daring them to think of me as anything but a form they were trying to capture with their pencils and charcoal. I was defiant. Hell-bent on surviving. On making it. But it was hard and it was lonely, and I had to dare myself every day to keep going.
Madonna CicconeArt keeps me alive. I've obviously been devastated or heartbroken all my life, since my mother's death.
Madonna CicconeI keep telling everyone that I want to start a revolution but no one is taking me seriously. If I had black skin and an afro, would you take me seriously? If I was an Arab waving a hand grenade, would you take me seriously?
Madonna CicconeDo I have to change my name, will it get me far? Should I lose some weight, am I gonna be a star?
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