A poet's journey to being & becoming..’’
a son, a poet, a brother, i am a friend, an advocate, a citizen. i am a Puerto Rican American who enjoyed & survived Chicago's streets for the better of 21 yrs. i am human-adventuring with the divine in places men call Thailand and Burma. i am a shooting star in my father's solar system. i am my mother's, arroz con gandules, greatest fan. i am a grand-momma's boy who survived cook-county hospital visits and CTA winter-hole-punched bus rides. i am a brother reared by 2 sisters in the wilderness of fashion and respect. i am a pentecostal who still raises his hands loudly-turned conservative quietly-turned mystic-turned student-learning to silence the noise on a walk with Yahweh.
i am alive and becoming well, hopefully deep enough to hold enough water for those thirsty. i am a voice learning to mute - a play learning to pause - a fast-forward learning to slow down. i am you on your worst day-them on my best hour. i am the blackness behind the stars and the speck of shine that radiates. i am lost where HE finds and found where HE chooses. i am sober in your drunkenness and drunk in your soberness. i am lightly colored, but still heavily regarded as such & such. i am you in your critique and the criticism in and in between your lobes. i am the speck of A log in your eye. i am your hope. i am your struggle...your walls, your anger. i am colored by a brush so divine it blinds me to think that i could see...i am the right hand placed over heart beats that pump freedom into my veins.
i am refuge refugee.