"The BoOgie"

When I felt moms tryin to explain me to my dad while I was still in her belly, I knew this life shit wasn’t gonna be no fuckin cake walk for me.

Picked on from a very early age by my brothers and sista’s, I learned how to instill fear in people,,, because for a time, I feared my brothers and sisters…

Until I started swingin back. 

I felt empowered when my knuckles connected with someone’s body part… swingin for the trees with all my might and big kid weight behind my unusually large hands.

By the time I was 9 years old, I had a decent knuckle game thanks to my brother Butch who neva laid a finga on me cept  when we would spar on the roof of the building or if he was showin me how to back you down on the post up. On Saturday mornins, Butch would sit on the stoop of our building,  taking side bets as he'd watch me, his baby sis  practice knocking-out grown men with sleeper holds in the hallway at 756 Hewitt Place….