Popote: Killa’s View Docuseries
I never planned on becoming a filmmaker. I just wanted to tell the truth — the one nobody wanted to hear.
For years, I carried the stories of my block, my people, and my city, waiting for the right moment to speak.
What started as random videos and community projects turned into a mission: to document what survival really looks like when you’re from the Bronx and half Dominican, half Puerto Rican — too dark for one side, too light for the other, but always real.
That’s how Popote: Killa’s View was born. Not from strategy, but from struggle.
They call it crime. We call it survival.
They call it chaos. We call it home.
Popote wasn’t built in a studio or backed by a network. It was built on late nights, overdraft accounts, and pure vision.
No film school could’ve taught me the lessons I learned walking those Bronx streets, trying to turn pain into something that could speak.
- Learning storytelling through broken concrete and corner store conversations.
- Watching the city change, but our struggle stay the same.
- Realizing our culture — Dominican, Puerto Rican, Black, Brown — has always been art, even when the world refused to see it.
One day I stopped waiting for permission and started filming what was right in front of me.
The Bronx became my set. My friends became the cast.
And our stories — the ones nobody wanted — became the script.
That’s when Popote: Killa’s View — Episode 1: RIP Junior started to take shape.
It wasn’t just a documentary — it was a mirror.
A reflection of everything we lost and everything we still fight for.
This project isn’t about fame or forgiveness.
It’s about finally telling the story behind the headlines.
What Popote Really Means
Popote isn’t about glorifying the streets — it’s about decoding them.
It’s the story of what happens when you’re born into a system designed to forget you and still find a way to make art out of the pain.
Every frame, every voice, every corner shown on camera — it’s a love letter to the Bronx and a message to the next generation:
We’re more than what they label us.
We are the proof that beauty survives even in broken places.
