I was human first, then not. My eyes saw no color, no age and no gender. Then, as time progressed, my transparent world became densely fogged. I was robbed of my freedom to be, and all because I was a collection of uniqueness (African American, woman, aging citizen), an undeniable work of art. Every human, each one of us, has been picked apart for the composition we are. But, my will refuses to succumb to that mind imprisonment game labeled with prejudice and indifference--a diversion of self worth. So, before you attempt to tear me down by propping heavy titles upon my back, remember, I was human first. That's right! So were you, then not. Welcome to an arrangement of progression.