This is a rough beginning of a current project i’m working on. I recently moved to LA to get more involved in film, and decided I would write a book or short paper on not only surviving in LA, but to encourage people to chase their dreams. Again, its not completed, its just begun.

This is something I wrote about an experience I had when I was a teenager. Rape is an ugly word, and not something I could even say until I was in my early twenties. I am recovering today, after almost 20 years of silence.

A poem on the prices we pay.

A poem on just how glorious life can be.

A poem based on fear of tearing down that wall.

A poem on triumphing over every obstacle thrown your way.

On taking the respect that is rightfully yours.

A poem on reality, about living in the real world, sweat blood and tears.

A parents feelings of failure when it comes to their child. Being away from home, struggling to survive…Are we passing along our worries instead of our hopes?

The end, is only the beginning!!
Note: This message contains lyrics to a new version of "We did it". Yes, it’s the song from Dora.