Confessional. Witness. Archive. A grounding, where nothing….where I don’t come to die. Ever. My wishing well. My #WriteOrDie I hope this is a treasure for those that find it.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
4.14.11:49
Grit. That’s what my social location has imprinted in my work. It’s how I do art and what I say with it. Grit is also about how I say things- like someone who is tired of the bullshit and doesn’t want to be another voice in the crowd. Because I am not, there are no crowds around here to hear this Compton poet. I write from the chill in my bones, from the hollow in my heart, from a –dollar- from- broke.
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