I jumped into a vehicle and started writing for years, as I would never take my foot off the gas. Throughout my life, I would always write as I continually drove, because what I wrote had constituted my past.
These were things I didn’t know as I would continue to speed with a pencil or a pen and a pad. When I ran through a yellow light, my thoughts would never slow down as I wrote, because I was angry plus mad.
When coming to a stop, I would never really stop, as what I write and what I wrote can’t be stopped. And when I pass you while in traffic, I’m slashing all your thoughts, as that floor inside your mind will get mopped. When I get behind the wheel of all those thoughts, I’m just a poet who’s a driver with figures.
Back to travel on this journey is just a mission with wheels, as what I wrote are strictly poems that I wrote. Becoming a temporary resident of the Department of Corrections was literally a blessing in disguise. At 23 in 1985, I was petrified that I would probably lose my life. But instead, I was awarded a gift from Jehovah God. At the beginning, my family supported me, but at the end, it was my mother who was always there. Fifteen years of being taken away from my family, as well as society, changed my entire life. I went in as a young boy and came out as a real man. It was then that I knew I would become an excellent writer turned Poet. Through years followed by years, I would intellectually grow. I found who I was meant to be in life, as isolation and loneliness soon became my comrades in arms. My mother encouraged me to take my writing skills to the next level.
My relationship with writing poetry is a relationship that has no end, as we are married in life forever. I now yearn to be internationally known.
