Chicago

Chicago is the roar of the lake against the pier, the wind that steals your breath and reminds you you are alive.It is the pulse of streets that never sleep,…

reckless

They call me reckless, say I spit chaos,I say nah, I spit truth that your suit can’t digest.Raised in streets where hope came in pennies,Mama worked two jobs, daddy ghosted…

Puerto Rico

Puerto Rico is more than an island; it is the iridescent pulse of memory and salt and music made flesh. It is where the ocean meets the horizon like an…