I was in juvenile detention center, and I was in Rikers Island. And there was an anthology written by the inmates called ‘The Pen,’ and I – you know, I had a crush on a girl, and she left me when I was incarcerated. And I found this poem in this anthology that talked about having your heart broken and being incarcerated.
No one touches me when I write my story, unless I hire you to or I allow you to.
I don’t know, I think that if I had any regrets, that would cancel out the great people that I have in my life. All the tough stuff that I’ve gone through that I don’t wish on no one else has brought a beautiful community to me.
For the last 15 years that I have been performing, all I ever wanted to do was transcend poetry to the world. See, it wasn’t enough for me to write a book. It wasn’t enough for me to join a slam competition, and while those things hold weight, it wasn’t the driving force that pushes the pen to the pad.
I’m a suspicious mulatto, which means I’m too black to be white and too white to be doing it right.