I’m not a biter, I’m a writer for myself and others, intuitive literature, a reflection of my mother,dance with dreams, act on stage & screens birthed with melody, sentiments to songs. Cordially invite you to sing along, Compose a few tunes to express my blues, Use my life lessons to teach the wisdom of experiences, interpret it for your soul when your ears not listening, like the art of loving by Olivia Dean. My favorite art is healing, growing and connecting the emancipation of humans being.

In love notes I’ve never written in the crevices of my heart, memories of being a 13 yr old riding on D.A.R.T. The cracks in the concrete where the roses grow, in the prayers of yesterday that seek joy in tomorrow My daughter’s afro. The first poem I ever wrote as a fugitive of my sorrow, in conversations with friends that have yet to be known, the dash between my birthdate and headstone The music on my hard drive that I have yet to show,in tears I shed looking for the father I may never know.

This system doesn't barter so in the words of the words of Sean Carter I’m not a businessman, I’m a business, man. Create infrastructure, marketing & administrative services Artistic alchemy, turn thought to book, an album to an exhibit, a script to a play Sew seeds in community fund events like Blanket Sounds expand my workshop, Real Artists Don't Starve to support artists at large educate myself and others be the gift that keeps on giving and I hope this inspires you to vote for a brother.