I was born in Oregon and by the age of eleven I had the federal Bureau of Investigation searching for me with an All Points Bulletin. I was sent to my first correctional institution at twelve. I am the only person that was given the opportunity to go to college from an Oregon juvenile correctional facility and finish one year of college. I have been to three different colleges so many times I cannot count, but finally finished in 2011 with my masters degree. I started writing poetry at the age of 12 and have continued all my life and my poems say it all: a??Poor Rosea?? Withered flower, shrivels with grace. Last of its essence, escapes from taste. Hidden from touch, are the tears a rose cries. Then fades away, she will shrivel and die. Wo pretty rose, death stalks real. And therea??s no one to hear you, or the pain you feel. Lifea??s based on death, on land and in seas. And only man, is heard on his knees. Only man has God, to hear his cries. To judge his soul, to live or to die. Poor...

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