April 26, 2005
(UrbanWord NYC workshops)
Love Song to "Home":
It just so happens I've become entrapped in some colossal emotions to verify the notions of my adolescence being about me & not a separation from the identity born by my Jamaican/Dominican family tree.
I've never been one of compassion inside the doors of the home that nursed me, but my solitude is not to be confused with contempt because I'm so going to represent & breed my potential into little success stories...
I can't relate to a song for Cuba or a song for my home, but I know I can produce the ill love song if I wrote about my soul.
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