Thank you, thank you. Now we have a friend of mine who I love dearly and I just can explain how talented she is and how important her message is and how powerful her message is. So Linda, come here Linda Leveja, where is she? Where is my girl? Huh? Oh, there you go. Hi baby. How are you? I'm good. So this place is yours, as I told you, this is your space and you can do whatever you want. What's going on y'all? Let's get the crowd of hype. So for those that don't know, I'm a spoken word artist performance poet trying to be a musician that's, you know, also work in progress. But I really just want to thank Cecilia and everyone that helped put this wonderful event together, give them a round of applause. Thank you all for showing up. Showing out in spite of these great clouds, you know, these great clouds remind me that adversity is real and we got to get through the storm. So last night I decided to write an original piece which I haven't done in a while and in honor of Marsha. And yeah, this is just what came out. Dear Marsha, I recognize the inconsistencies of my relentless inability to walk on water to throw the first stone or be a self-starred. I get down, I quit, I give up on shit before ever really getting a chance to go at it. I'm empathic, I feel too many vibes too strongly, too drastic sometimes. I still feel stares of eyes walking by wondering if I was born a girl or if I was born a guy. Come on girl. But that could be all in my head, right? I should pay it no mind. But I just came out of surgery, out of loss, I just came out of urgency, I just came off the cross, out of penitentiary, out those long bargates that I put my mother's home. And that's a lot of our girls' song and story. Still, my history is long, still, and hard to reflect on, still. I got dudes like King Kong climbing up me like I was the Empire State Building told us in any ceiling and you taught me that, that there was no yield and you can't stop, that you have to fight to get what you want but Marsha, I'm looking at the news and they won't even let us go to war. So what? We attack each other, we criticize and push each other to demise, to sometimes make us feel better about what we have to somehow remind us of our liberty, like we're better, like we're strong, broken souls we are. Heads of rose, we are crowns of gold, we are the heroes, story untold, we are resilience in the flesh, and in the fold, courage in our clothes, we are rebels in the gorge, we are chocolate and caramel cinnamon rolls, we are that big and stomach that lets you know that you've been showered with real freedom looks like, that thing in your toes that makes a piercing voice ever so clear, direction and purpose, ever so near, chances and choices, like my lover once said here in this bed, the bed that I quote the stage, the stage that I quote a friend, friendships grow. And so I flipped this life I've made and I'll cry all these tears because I just want to live, right? We just want to live, we just want to grow like the flowers on my head, that came from the ground as a strong black woman said, I may be crazy, but that don't make me wrong. Yeah. And my crazy to try to belong here and my being complacent by drowning out the sounds of protests and laying around in my fears and my deserving of these days, these tulips we've shared I know I'm needed but I feel useless preferring solitude and prayer. My rhymes lead me fruitless, my girls are ruthless, ruthless, jobless collecting mucus from running noses on back and floors losing count of the tears, my dear Marsha, things feel hard right now. I'm still feeling tried even after I a visit to hell, the roads glory don't feel so divine, I'm angry, I'm bitter and there is still so much to climb. How can I pay it no mind? Come on, my say, hey. How about practice patience when the succulents is vacant from my tongue? How come I don't smell the fragrance from these hibiscus? But I smell weed and rum from a mile away and lures me and grabs and it pulls me at all the wrong times and I know you don't have the answers so I'm just doing what feels right and spite of our trepidation and plight my voice still ignites every now and again I just hope you look down and can smile with some pride to know what you and your started back then still lives inside me. I hope you find pride, I hope you can see us winning. Why too grinning because we don't always believe we will achieve, we will. We will supersede your will and test them in directions. Dimash Ape, this is for you. Thank you.