Before MMXVI

Vaguely I remember being woken by my dad. A soul of which you shan’t quiz, or “test” in my dads eyes. Following my interrupted slumber the darkness whereby he was born from, the being satan worships, K2. He indefinitely is and will always be my biggest enemy yet be my idol. You know, like Malcom X to Muhammad Ali. I was a punching bag in my early years of school cowardly I never told anyone because my dad prophesied K2 as designated protector to his trio of

young kings and by household law K2 humbly was deemed to respond. Out of pure hard-assness during my upbringing my dad instructed K2 to “toughen me up”. Dad didn’t like the gift of me finding joy in everything he stated I thought everything was a joke. K2 would live adhere the old heads testament as if it were a hymnal tune. Sports weren’t really an option for my brothers and I. K1 has immense potential ,talent, and feel for every sport he plays but he is of no interest (he proclaims). K2 checks every box but one and that is being coachable bottom line.

My brothers were taller, skinnier and more athletic looking than I appeared so naturally my dad would go to their games in YMCA and junior high throughout high school as well. K3 (I) was always playing on different days and times as my brothers so I’d always watch them play with my dad. My dad would always drop me off and say he’d be back, K1 and K2 would always leave and go places while I was playing. I was always on the best squad was always one of the best players. Other teams would cower at the mercy of our blade whereas we were viewed as Gods. Games would end and I would weep unknowingly to everyone because nobody was there. My accomplishments didn’t mean anything to anybody in my household not my grades, not my talents in sports, not my opinions not a single thing that I did ,mattered. My brothers were just better than me in everyones eyes. I was repeatedly excluded from activities that my brothers were privileged to do. I was constantly battling with myself asking myself what else I had to do to feel like I meant something to somebody. Me is who I matter to.