For Many Years, I Thought A Poem

I Change Jobs Like Drinking Water ... And As I Grow Accustomed To The New Flavor Of A Drink I Regard As Delicious, Yes, Vital, Something Fades, Life Balks. So I Break Camp; I Shed Skins.

I Was Apprehensive. I Feared Every Time I Talked About Poetry, It Would Be Filtered Through The Lens Of Race, Sex, And Age.

My Father Is A Chemist, My Mother Was A Homemaker. My Parents Instilled In Us The Feeling That Learning Was The Most Exciting Thing That Could Happen To You, And It Never Ends.

I've Always Been Intrigued By The Way History Works, The Way We Decide What Is Mentioned.

I Carry A Notebook With Me Everywhere. But That's Only The First Step.