I was born. 

I am animal. 

I am human. 

I live. 

I live negro. 

I tell you this because you will mistake me for an africanamerican BUT i am negro, a descendant of the enslaved peoples of these united states of America. 

I live southern. 

I was born colored in Louisiana. I was raised negro. I was educated Black at Grambling College, a historically integrated college.  

I live in the moment. 

In the moment is creation. Creation is within every human. We must celebrate our creativity. The moment fuels our creativity. 

I live to put ink on paper. 

This is the major outlet for my creativity. I put ink on paper for the glory of my peoples. The words of my peoples have largely been excluded from "fine print." I defy this condition and  force my peoples' presence into this part of this civilization's culture. 

I am a printer. 

I am not an artist. 

I am a stuff-maker. 

I am not an artist. 

I am a visitor. 

I will die.