“Early on, I saw my mom get abused. I saw the effects of drinking, and I think that’s why I didn’t start drinking until later in my life. I saw what that kind of mentality in a man can do.
When my parents split, she moved my three siblings and me to Camarillo. She’s one of the main reasons why I’m in school. She worked in the fields picking grapes earning minimum wage in the hot sun. She put herself through all that hard work just so that I can be here and get an education.
There was a time my dad and I didn’t see eye to eye. It was crazy after the divorce. If my mom was dating somebody, he would slash the boyfriend’s tires or leave them hate messages. He wouldn’t leave her alone. The love for my mom was so much more important.
I had a talk with him and said, ‘I know I can’t be able to understand you because I’ve never been married, but you messed up, la regaste. You have to let my mom be happy. You can’t do that to my mom. She’s worked too hard, and if you can’t give her space, then you’ll have to lose me.’ That was the first time he respected me as a man. He knew I was right.
that was the first time he respected me as a man.
Writing for me is something that extends from when I was really young. When I was younger, I used to read a whole lot. There’s something about putting somebody’s words and funneling them through your own voice. I feel like I’m still developing my voice.”