We’re poets.
We’re poets, and we don’t see the world the way other people do. We don’t always want to wake up in the morning and repeat the same motions over and over. We try to understand, and we question. We’re not innocent, but we don’t sell ourselves either. We speak, and against a good deal of adversity, say what’s on our minds. We appreciate what makes Wall Street work just as much as we love what rocks the soul of Harlem. We search for beauty because it’s what makes us feel alive, what makes us want to dance, want to offer ourselves to the glory of living.
