To be honest with you, I was scared at no other point besides this last one.
So, knowing that this last poem was nothing but love and joy, I was, ‘Man, could I handle a critique from the world about my love of my daughter?’ I said, ‘No matter.
But to share joy and love with other people is so much more vulnerable, because we try to keep those things protected and safe, so that nobody tries to pick at that.
Sharing stories of pain with other people is vulnerable, but at the same time, my pain is an easy experience to share with others because we’ve all experienced that.