Before I get into a post that will/would ostracize/isolate/OFFEND StarChasers, I want it clear that I love all of you. No matter your tier of StarChaser.
I remember in 2014, I was on 142nd and Hamilton (Harlem) and Marty Baller (ASAP Ferg's little brother) yelled out "WHERE ALL MY HARLEM STARCHASERS AT?!"
The silence didn't mean no one heard him.
In the last close to 10 years, I've been dealing with a different type of insecurity. I no longer am the harmless boy next door. Not only am I a convicted (yet exonerated) felon, I was convicted of a crime against a woman. Granted it wasn't SA, but DV is just as bad. Make matters worse, I wasn't in my home state(s) and I DO NOT BANG. EVERY felon in prison/county looks like Scooter (in their own felonious way). Since moving in this building, I've SOMEWHAT warmed up to looking at another woman who isn't #Kiwi or *drKiwi*. But in here, EVERY female looks like they can handle ...at least 6 rounds with Ronda Rousey.
Which isn't to say Rhonda isn't pretty or that they're ugly. They just been through the ringer just like me. And, from conversations, are more capable to bear with whatever circumstances.
I am, too. I just know I represent people who look to me for strength. Strength that I'm not clear on having or are even clear that I have at all. Blame determination, if it must be noted. But whatever strength you need... whether it's healing or courage... it's within you. As real as God is, you can find him within you. It's kinda the Super Sonic/Super Sayan factor as discussed in anime/SEGA. That level up.
It's almost Summer. Go outside, StarChasers/Goths-who-are-still-here-after-the-North-West-disclosure. Even if you're wearing all black. I don't recommend wearing black in The Sun, but I do it. Tomorrow I plan to do it even bigger. No special occasion. As long as you yourself are in The Light, #theshadows can't hurt you.
As tempting as it is to be Shadow sometimes...
