An interpretive video of a poem by Quartez Harris, someone I had art class with in high school.
I had no clue this guy was given a label that altered his education, the way he thinks. He trotted about art class, cooler than a polar bear's toenail, as if there were no problems in his world.
He found his normality and accepted it. Now as a poet, he speaks on it. Beautiful.
"My imperfect brain.
My single file line looks like a snake..."
And it's normal, it's ok.










