I've been kidnapped, stabbed 10 times with an icepick, Glocks to head, outrun guerillas in Tolima Colombia, left for dead in the Desert of the Lions outside of Mexico City. I have flown in a chopper over Bogota with the antinarcóticos police.....hanging outside from one hand while shooting video of my dad. I've seen life and death ...I choose life but never let em see you sweat...you can cry, scream kick fight or die...just don't let em see you sweat.
I thought I'd seen all the hate I'd see in my life already but some people, even poets choose to succumb to this emotion...it eats your soul alive.....one love people