"Do you know I write?" I thought like a secret.

Like a confused heritage and a history that is the vital piece of me and you might not wonder but I must tell you. 

You must know this thing, about, me.

My name yes and oh this is how I make money and this is how I love and I have a brother and a sister and yes I believe in forever and yes I believe your God is the same as mine

But:

Do you know that in my head all I see when I see you is poetry?