Born in Belize, the youngest of four, my mother migrated to the US when I was nine.
South Central Los Angeles was home, a beginning to what was supposed to be the American dream but became the total opposite.
We moved around Los Angeles couch to couch, house to house, until finally we found a place to call our own.
Being different, I stuck out, enduring bullying, teasing, and many fights. Being raised in a fatherless home, I turned to the streets joining one of Los Angeles’ most hated street gangs. I quickly began acts of violence which led me in and out of juvenile hall, campus, and finally CYA. Instead of learning, I grew worse, in and out of the California Department of Corrections.
I wanted change, so I relocated to Las Vegas, Nevada, but my past followed, earning me another prison bid. I am currently nine years in with eight to go. I have turned my negative into positives. I graduated high school and recently college, earning my A in business. I found a love of writing among other things.
Trapped
Journey through my mind
And escape through my thoughts
Where memories are suppressed
And emotions are lost.
Love is now a thing of the past
And society’s fine line no longer grasp.
Darkness has ever taken light
And all that we no longer seem to exist.
I am fighting the war but the battle is lost.
How do we find direction
When your moral compass is lost.
Bombarded by the relic of time
Obstacles and life’s scores.
Journey to the abyss
Where the sails carry you further and further ashore.
Time waits for no man
And wisdom is overtaken by fear
And clarity is lost in the wind
As doubt purchases her away.
So find me
In a place between dream and sleep
A place that don’t exist
But a place where I will be.
