This is Mr. Matthew "Cuban" Hernandez. I call him Cuban. He is my coach, mentor, brother, best friend, inspiration, motivator, rival. He is my family now, he changed my life. He came to my school and did Spoken Word with his team called Shattered Thought. He introduced me into the art and encouraged me to start writing. I suprised him last december by slaming for his team , I came in 4th out of 12 youth poets, with three really sucky poems. Since then as a person, writer, revolutionary I have grown. I have so many fun memories with this dude its not even funny. This upcoming summer I graduate, turn 18, go to Brave New Voices 2012, I also go on a month long tour with him. Can't wait
(From farthest to closest) Cuban, Brandon, Me
This was taken in the ATL Airport on our way to the Bay Area for BNV 2011.
As We Build (Frappuccino Machines)
"Then if hip-hop is dead, then spoken word is addicted to meth, but if Whitney can make a come back, then we can re-group and produce more def depth less def poetry, seems like t.v done made poets deaf"
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