Often up late night, since most days feel longer than roads in the south side of San Antonio.If only they knew how deep the passion is for me,the pain and the desire behind every bar, breath, and action. I lose breath, tone, and time;things just get away from me.
I’m often chasing me.
I find myself lost.
Let’s talk, see,me, my brother Joddye, and shawty click together like knock knees.
Spend my days hoping to be discovered like lost keys.
I gotta find peace to find drive.
Life is always divine timed,
so when I find me healing,
I find mine.
As a man, it’s often hard to discuss my emotions and actually be understood and heard . For me, it’s never about being right or wrong due to polarity , and my emotional intelligence understanding perspectives aren’t always aligned . My patience has allowed me to appreciate and allow myself to develop and make leaps as a writer . Facing my fears head-on has become my favorite hobby . Sitting with my thoughts was a chore , but after so many audits and self-care rituals, I realized I’m the problem . The world is forever changing, and it’s up to me to actually dance with life . Every day is a new chapter ,and it’s up to me how I read and tell my story back. Perspective is key . My lens for life was tainted, but with proper self-love and actual reflection, the fog finally cleared and allowed me to blossom from the concrete .
From a capper to a rapper, I defined my purpose and focused on achieving every goal I set out for myself. My ultimate objective was not to gain recognition but to rediscover my sense of self. Growing up in Beaumont, most people either played sports, pursued nursing school, or remained in the oil field. However, these options never seemed fulfilling enough for me. I respected all occupations and walks of life, but they all felt like forced anchors to me. The first step towards becoming the man and writer I am today was finally breaking free from the constraints of my environment and breathing my own air for the first time. It’s important to recognize that the environment we grow up in plays a significant role in shaping our mental state, and it can be quite challenging to be true to self when faced with pressure from family and limited parental guidance and structure in such a nomadic lifestyle.
Writing for a living isn’t conventional to most people, but I’ve come to realize that if you believe that statement, something in your subconscious is rooted in self-doubt. We wake up and “read” our phones, “read” the “news,” headlines, shows, captions, and so on. One common denominator: the writer. The epiphany I had at 14 years old was simple: think about it. These days, even religion has only made it this far from writing and text playing a big game of telephone. Every note we pass, paper we write, and grocery list we doctor up is an extension of us. Our style of writing, tone, font selection, and aesthetic are so unique that it’s impossible not to be inspired. Possibilities are endless, and that’s something I appreciate about literature.
Today, I woke up with a thought that writing my first article for you all to kickstart our journey was going to be a unnerving task. But honestly, I couldn’t have been more wrong. As a writer of various content forms, I find solace in all aspects of life. Today is a special day, and I honor it by sharing my own experiences. I want to show you all that no matter what, you always have an outlet to express yourself. Don’t let your own self-doubt hold you back. Open up, and truly write down your journey. Sometimes, the narration of your life’s dance is all you need. The acknowledgment alone can take you a long way. Just be patient, and create a way to see yourself. I see you, I love you, and I appreciate you for letting me be myself. I am Tracey Stevens, and I am a writer.
Be you, see you, and trust in your timing .
You are the God Body ❗️
