When I was 4 my folks would say I was born a human fireball I graced the presence of the people in my hood with rhythmic movements of dance. 5, 6 ... I never grasped into the knowledge of music, until I played some neo-soul records in my aunt’s home was it love that I was developin’? or a passion I was embracin’? or both? only God knew. Literature came to light as I was 7, always in my phase of knowing the unknown. Teen spirit fever causing a ravishing sight in my 13 as I opened my eyes to the beauty behind art. 15 was my age for my spirit to fit in creative waters flowing from within the deepest ocean of my heritage. I am 17 now, with poetry as my sightseeing forest, freedom in the cultivating mantra of peace, a peace of mind causing refinement in the living of my soul. I am 17, an artist, ready to sanctify my heart and awaken my generation in the path enlightened with wisdom and love.