I see tone out pages still flying before my eyes I touched him, I fold them I scrunch them back their stereotypes I take down that wall, I crack it open a scatter and smash those bricks like their prejudices Just waiting to be broken I scream and yell with the same enthusiasm that Madame Curie must have had when she discovered radium so that I can stand in front of all of you in the stadium and tell you for once and for all that art has no gender and neither do artists.