Everyday, the poet leaves me a little more
I try to wrap my legs around her...

For the most part, I spend my days asking myself
why do people have so much interest...

"In the Caribbean, almost
everyone is a bastard child&quot...

Mostly
I think that I am going to die alone...

Maybe, it was because of
the insults of my mother...

'And how do you cope
with being so far away...

I rose,
above anyone who ever shamed me for my talent. Who...