Writing is my therapy. I need it to live.

I write to heal-especially when I want to hurt. I write to control the crazy

You know how it goes, a-lot of times you feel like the only person who understands you is yourself, despite having a loving family and friends. Writing was the easiest way for me to communicate. Anger and love, including the poison that innocent children are served from adults and parents to sabotage themselves.

My writing style is versatile. Initially. My thoughts come in rhythms that move me, like HIP-HOP- the greatest, most prolific art form, other than painting, playing the guitar, making love and fighting to keep it.

Similar to most black youth I dreamt of being a rapper and a ball player. I was ok at one and pretty good at the other, but the only thing I consistently practiced was writing, skipping school and trying to be a half ass pimp. I say half ass because I was a player with no money and the tricks my girls played were on me,

I was always a Gentleman, often mistaken as being passive, until I got my heart broke. Then I had to show people that kindness and being a nice guy doesn’t mean I will give you a pass.

I am a veteran. I’m from the east coast, Brockton Massachusetts to be exact. I am American Jamaican-my Grandparents traveled to America when my father was fifteen. They planted roots in NY and Massachusetts. On my Mom’s side my Grand-daddy is from Detroit, my Nana is from Ohio. I currently live in the Evergreen state with my wife and 3 children