On the way home from Utah, I got a ‘tell’ to listen to some of the raps I used to rap. I stopped around 3 years ago due to… Females… But, I’m grateful that I did.
I used to create raps, through this app on my phone. I’ve always been skilled with my words and wordplay and rhythm, timing and cadence are my forté.
No wonder then that ever since then, I’ve been aching inside for a creative outlet. I’m an artist in the drawing/sketch category but I lost my confidence years ago. The shit I used to come up with…
I haven’t picked that form of art (or rap) due imposter syndrome sort of mentalities. At the time, I had no idea about imposter syndrome; I just felt that I didn’t belong. That I didn’t have anything useful to draw (or write).
Well, listening back to some of my old shit recorded on a phone, I immediately found myself smiling, then grinning and then flowing with love for myself, thinking “God I fucking love me!”
The reason I mention it here is I’ve decided that I’m over not expressing my creative nature and edge. When I start the new journal (yeah, I decided) upon receiving Roots, I’m going to post some of the stuff I used to do. A lot of it is nonsense. Most of it is deep.
All of it is me.