working the 'land' and harvesting the fruits later
I thought I could move to NYC
and simply continue my work from California
as an artist/educator/organizer
Everything in there right time, right?
of course, but I was impatient.
My youthfulness wanted to do it all.....
I learnt quickly that the world doesn't always work like that.
I began to perform without a solid foundation.
I was a hypocrite to my soul's performance and word
I became an 'artist' on stage
and an exploited laborer off stage
I couldn't deal with the contradiction
still I battled with myself
and almost lost myself in the process
Something happened while I was sleeping
on a Brooklyn park bench, early one morning,
despite the Bed-Stuy police harassing
and watching the night take advantage of the vulnerable,
I realized I have to pay my duez
I've got to give back to the spirits of the land!
I did this by working with young adults
striving for self-improvement through an education
I became a guide for students
rebuilding their foundations upon entering adulthood and the workforce
Despite coming from California,
they entrusted in me the knowledge and information I offered.
A foundation was formed
as I paid my duez
and I am still eager to perform....