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I was motivated and I was something else, I love it and I knew what I had to become. I was a monster, I sat there teeth esnared with grizzly grief and breath as thick as tension to meet a new love. I was in love with this process, with writing and being of poet.
My fingers resembled gangly teeth smearing their confection on broad pages nad bits of joy and little rages. I was all over the place, here and there and at the same a part of everything.
I delivered on my promise. To be a poet and to let the world hear the urban tail of a young poet who defied all odds but would not be undone.
