Rooted in Resilience: September Reflections

September was a month carved in stone resilience breathing fire, raw and ready. From storming the stage at BRIC Brooklyn’s Poetry Slam, to carrying my voice through the Poetry Society of New York’s Pawetry Festival, I watched the crowd roar as Moses the shooting star etched his name into poetic infinity.

The grind ran deeper Printed Matter Inc., Kew & Willow, Village Works NYC book consignment deals stacking, proof that legacy is not a wish but a brick-by-brick foundation. All those rejections from job interviews? Now they read like cosmic comedy. God knew His son. The universe was whispering the whole time. I just had to listen.

September crowned me too: officially becoming a sponsored project of Fractured Atlas, a 501(c)(3). That’s CEO energy, stamped and notarized by divine timing. And the spotlight wasn’t mine alone my daughter Charisma Love lit up her Rowan Jewelry booking, slaying with the grace only a starlet born to shine can carry. State Management, salute.

And then the crescendo. My uncle, OG General Steele of Smif-N-Wessun, personally invited me to bless the Brooklyn Bazaar Block Party celebrating the 30th anniversary of Da Shinin’, their debut historic album. I opened with a poem from Life Is Just a Dream’s Section 2, a personal hip-hop tribute, roots laid bare for all to see. Elevated. Elite. Performing poetic justice in motion. Black excellence celebrated with Tek, Steele, and the community that raised me.

This month taught me something permanent: the blueprint is bigger than me. I move so the next generation knows finesse, because Lucky Goldie already mapped the way forward. I’m not just living for myself I’m writing in gold for those yet to be born.

Here comes October, baby.

Life Is Just a Dream — out now.

— Lucky Goldie