I feel my poetry has contributed through all these languages that I needed to learn leading up to English.

We stalk the truth as poets, sensualists, a duality, limited insanity. We labor in our muse, carving alphabets of experience into our hearts.

In the end we're all searching for our home, that one place where we belong.

My mother's only wish was to start a life in America because America was the cradle of every promise and opportunity.

I participated in many different rituals, but for me, I'm very spiritual and I believe that there's definitely be a greater force that defines us and leads us. For sure. No question for me.

While some mothers sing lullabies to their children, my mother read me poetry. And to this day, I associate my strongest and most insistent feelings with words lyrically organized on a page.

Every one of us strives to be a better person; and if I am to contribute one thing of myself, it would be compassion.