I am not a strange person but rather a unique person.I live in a quit neighborhood but I grow up in a drug fulled enviroment.When I write i feel myself slip away from society into a world that I created with my words alone.Growing up in Baltimore is not easy or anything I would wish on anyone.It has its peaceful places to go to escape all of its problems but you have to go through hell to get there.All in a nutshell I not just a regular poet, I breath what I create.Its as much a part of me as life is itself.
Love oh love will thou wait for me
will thou wait in the spring's flowers
Love oh love will thou wait for me
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One would think it impossible but yet possible the love between a mother and her son.
Yes their are time of fun, yet times of pain the pain shared between a mother and her son.
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I close my eyes swelled in a whril pool of bitterness and rage, maybe this time you will see the truth
I can feel my soul burning like a thousand flames, each flame hotter and more furious than the next, oh God how did I get myself into this mess
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Je ne veux plus jamais aller à ce lieu sombre et froid dans mon esprit, loin de tout ce que j'aime
Libre-moi, dis-je, me de cette douleur dans mon coeur, je tiens de nouveau à l'amour, pour être de nouveau ensemble
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The will, the fire, the excitement is gone from me now.
I am but an empty shell of the former being I us to be.
I nolonger see...see...the good that knowledge can teach us
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