The habitual line stepper.
The clever bastard.
The Kamille.
Once upon a time, a public announcement to the world was made saying “I’M AN UNCLE I CAN DO THAT SHIT!” I did not forget the rush of energy in suddenly embracing my newfound title. I felt alive as if I broke out of a casket with my bleeding bare knuckles. Vengeance was all that filled the blood. Like it was time to take back what was taken from me.
Before turning age 21, I challenged myself on a 30 day workout routine at the gym to amplify my young body. I realized I sat with writer’s block for inexcusable amounts of time through my days and severely lacked on taking imitative on change within myself. Despite becoming a full legal adult, my spirit never felt as one without the proper credentials to be respected. However, a silly young one I was bound to be indeed so I could remember the simple steps to earning them the clean way. Nobody will hold my hand for any of this, nor would anyone have gave me any bit of influence to take this path.
It is a very clean, clear & sharp one. Just like the flesh he resides in. I gave this adopted personality a name to remember. It seems to be the only source to the smile being the way it is. Once it was real to me that I have to utilize it, I gave it a name.
“Sesa”
Like the nightmare creature you swore was underneath of your bed. Hiding in the closet. The extremely dark corner for sure had eyes staring at you. Some kind of shadow keeps briefly flashing in & out from your vision right? I knew I was not alone in no way shape or form.
Its no different from the black hooded figure I saw in my sleep paralysis state in the corner of my old room. It stuck its hand out at me. I was trying to move my body with all of my strength but could to no avail move the slightest muscle to even try to stand up. It was UNBELIEVEABLE. You could think of it like “the force” being used on me. It was for seconds of time….& then it was gone. I woke up. I stood up. And I said to myself “I know I’m not tripping.”. Maybe from what I saw it felt like seconds. So the wonder grew if reality even changed.
Nobody was home. So clearly there was an unknown stalker. Who would want to even BOTHER me was always my biggest question in the world. Why I always deprived myself from being happy was always his biggest issue with me. And he had good reasons for choosing to deal with me.
All I had to do was let him take the lead through the good & the bad. Then the people observed how powerful he is & the respect was given in due time. And they knew he would raise hell if it wasn’t.
The young man, Stephon, walks with the innocent face of a luminous scholar. No harm done. When the days are quiet, that is when they learn why he appreciates the gift in silence. His remembrance as the secret black sheep that fuels his hustle & grind even more. Then the voice is empowered by his faith, will, & courage in all that he does along with the adopted one.
He who has guided him to become the banquet server, the bartender, & the live merciless dream chaser
He who knows he could not ever have accomplished such feats in his life without him.
So he knows who hears him saying “Thank you” when he opens his eyes.
