Strong like my city, nothing keeps a Detroiter down.
My brother once told me, “Don’t ever let anyone ever tell you what your truth is. The truth in art is all we have.” Ever since that day, I’ve been committed to writing what I feel, and sharing it with others. My struggles aren’t all unique, and somebody had to be the voice of the voiceless.
The pain made me a poet; the words are my Oxy.