"In front of the mirror,. with my mothers eyes , my father's lips. standing in his boots. They brought me here and left me here,. a tree without its roots." -an exerpt from ' throught these eyes"
I wrote a book of poems called through these eyes when i was twenty one, but i have yet to publish it. At first i was alittle afraid of how the book would come across because I wrote about what I knew and at the time all i knew was the streets and heartbreak. But the title poem was about my whole life up until that point. Ive been encourage to keep writing by fellow classmates at a writing course i'm taking at Barnes and noble university so you'll probably be seeing my book in the next few years :).