Blame it on my mother.

When all the boys wanted to be like their favorite lyricist and ball players, my moms kept me close. She held me from all of the playground games. In some cases it backfired as there has and will always be a certain level of hierarchy with groups of boys or men. Whether it be financial, strength, the social dynamics of getting the most women. It's evident. It was always clear that that was just that. In many cases I had time prove how manly I was in a physical form. I literally fought everyday of my life grades 1-5. Things calm down when I got to middle school and high school. They didn't stop. They just got better.

All hail nature of men.

Yet. I wanted different things. I wanted to speak as powerful as Saul Williams, Daniel Betty, a Malcolm, a Sunny Paterson. Yet, I was pretty non-verbal as a child.

I used to watch so much Def Jam poetry as a kid. To say I had an affinity for the way a powerful mind works inside of a man or woman, is a shortcoming.

To couple, I wanted the sense of exploration of an Alexander of Macedonia or Hemingway. For the life of me, I couldn't understand (I do now that I understand poverty) how most Americans never went outside of America. Now more evident than not, is how they orchestrated this prison.

They gave us everything back. They gave everything back that we the people made. In such a force they gave this back, that we never think twice about all the gigantic islands that float next door to us. It used to make me a lot more sad....

Now I'm just aware of the game.

It's interesting to see how manly men attempt to be. Whilst simultaneously or once again FORGETTING that they first had to come from a woman. And so how can one be all of anything if two parts were needed to create you? A conundrum but eh...

I said all this to say this.

My greatest attribute, by biggest flex is my sensibility. I tore that from a woman, my mother. I feel deeply and I think deeply. In most cases I hyperfixate on what I shall become or what I am becoming. I hyperfixate on how Ive treated people and how Im treated. I count the steps in most my walks, and the steps on the stairs. I focus too much on my breath rhythm sometimes and I figure people out 5 minutes into conversation. There's a great bit of intuition that I possess that I should not be in possession of. A handful of electric glitter.

Yea....

Thanks mom for having me.

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