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12 days until my Birthday

This has been a reminder that even in a pandemic, war, or Apocalyptic moments; I have a birthday.  So, it should be celebrated. It should be broadcasted and treated with the same appreciation as money.

I have grown numb to fact that my birthday is just another day. It seems time and societal norms have made me feel that my birthday is a tolerance. The idea of the spotlight being pointed at me.  I survived this far but do I enjoyed the ride?

My birthday is not only about me, it is about my tribe who support me. It about the doctors who helped me enter this world. My mother, father, brother, stepfathers,  stepmothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandfathers and grandmothers who are my family.  My friends that have supported me. My enemies who have challenged me. My previous jobs that taught me the work ethic.  My business that taught me my worth.

My birthday is a celebration to remind me that I didn’t do this alone.  They helped CharRon be CharRon.

So Thank you and cheers to them. Happy birthday to me.

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I am a Poet, DJ, Musician, Rapper, Father, Podcaster, Writer, and Movie Buff.

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