A love hate tragedy consider itself spoken until poetry flows out of me, erupting like an active volcano, earthquaking and shaking the world until it knows where I stand as a young man growing and developing in this wicked land. On the other hand, the plan is to understand and one day overcome the circumstance. So for anyone who hears what I write, I express my right to stand firm, creatively, stabilizing, no matter if they label me, to leave no stone unturned