This is my words that run deeply in my world through my soul. My mind is a instrument that tell tales and feed poems to those that wish to read, or better yet listen. Sometimes you don't need to be helped. Maybe you just need to be heard because your voice is silent or silenced.
I was born on September 29, 1992 In Mexico And came to the U.S. when I was a three years old. My Mother and my Father were always in constant arguments; Therefore she left and my dad was left to take care of me and my family I was raised and exposed to gang violence and somewhat politics. In school I never was a smart kid always had bad grades, never did my homework. As I grew I walked through more family issues and my family now remains divided. in my mind something happened in began to see pictures and emotions that became feeling and I try to write them and project them in my poetry. Could you say that I’m crazy?