I talk to my kids about my mothers energy and how she would have loved them. I talk about how kind and polite my father was. So that they have some kind of remembrance that even though my parents died from their addictions and so that they know they were genuine in how they were.

[My] hunger and thirst was, and still remains: How do I get people who hate poetry to love me?

I talk to my kids about my mothers energy and how she would have loved them. I talk about how kind and polite my father was. So that they have some kind of remembrance that even though my parents died from their addictions and so that they know they were genuine in how they were.

The pen isn’t really the weapon - the work ethic is the weapon.

I would have to say that I’m haunted. I’m haunted by everything that drives me. I want to do great work. I need to do great work. I won’t be satisfied unless I do great work.

[I've] learned how to pull the mic away and attack the poetry with my body.

Work controls my life, writing controls my life, performing controls my life.