Loud and Proud...CFI

Two words that describe me more than just perfectly. They represent all my qualities, so simply yet so incredibly, my characteristics, my bipolar personalities, and my flaws in just two rhyming words. My life experiences, at 19, already surpass the longest stories told from generation to generation, yet summarized to two words, not stories, but words. The things of planes, screams, joys, and pains all come to mind from just these two words, from physical and mental senses to the worst and the best experiences.



Loud...I am boisterous like a heated beast in a fiery pit with teeth sinking in its heels. And I am more than just a whisper in the wind. I howl through their ears, and I don't faulter back to hide behind. When I enter the room, my presence is known, and beckoned with the bow of heads. I let the haters know, and I raise the hairs on the back of their necks as they shudder back to their back-talking. My brothers at arms know that it is time to squeeze and fight when they hear my roar. And trust me, I let the ambush know that I am here, and I am ready. With my mouth cocked, the bullets are ready to pump the blocks off. I squeeze hard on the trigger, and the 50-Cal begins its massacre, spraying metallic fury at whomever and whatever it is aimed. Finally, I make Atlanta airport seem quiet in its busiest days. My tongue spins and screams louder than spinning blades into the fuselage, mixed with the screams of fear and anger as a hole in the cabin is seen with air, and emotion rushes out of every breath.



I am knowledgable. I spit when I know my flow of my experiences and rhyme on the times that traverse my mind. Classes and oral sessions were not of any matter. When the questions came with the time to answer, oh...my answer rhymed. And when the conversations and the heated debates came time to respond and rebut, oh...I retaliated with perfect and correct. When oppurtunity came for me to rise up to its call, oh...I rose even higher than necessary. There is no such matching adversary to my loudness. I cross the threshold like it were just another painted line on the road. Their ears burst into flames and tears when my mouth opens. Some love it, some hate it. Whatever they think, I refuse to remain silent.



I am too loud to shut my mouth. I can't keep sane if I cannot speak. I can't keep living if I cannot breathe. One in the same. Keeping me quiet is keeping the most ferocious beast in a cage. It will get it out, I will rip lose. They all become submissive to my aggressive nature of my mouth. My teeth sharpen into fangs, poised to attack and kill at first bite. My tongue, collapsing spring, ready to relieve its tension. Everything in my mouth is an army, ready to unleash its fury.



And my mouth begins to harmonize with the gentle and the serene. Its solace is found with the kind and unattacking. A gentleman arises from the beast, still coiled, yet loosened for a moment. Protective, yet protected. Aggressive, yet passive. My mouth doesn't always take form of anger and fury, but of love and compassion. My spit glistens the love that I feel. My teeth shimmer the purity of one and another. And my tongue folds into the shape of a heart. And my lips kiss the sky, because she is mine, and I, hers.


Pride...I am proud. More than a lion's heart for his family, for his brute, and for his leadership. More than T.I., Lil' Wayne, Jay-Z, and Kanye combined. No one on the corna' has swagga like me. More than a father to a successful son, more than a mother to successful daughter. More than a flgiht instructor to a student passing the check. More than the most. I have pride. Some call it swagga, some call it cocky, but I am proud for what I am.

Swagga...I got it in a duffle bag. I told you already I can't muffle that. So shuffle craps, and I'll shuffle and rap. What you got in the bag? I got a million worth of swag. And I put it on my back, like a jersey. Cuz who worth me? Who worthy? Who can be more clean and dirty? Who can murk me or hurt me? Surely, no one. Cuz I am that one. That one son of a gun, that blasts to finish task, and bask in the light of my own fight, because I am alive, and more filled with pride. And I aint died yet, so you can bet, that I won't fret. And me, I'll raise the ante', hand me the money, and put it in the bag that's on my back, that is full of what yall call swag.

They can call me cocky. But I am confidence. I wake at 4:00 AM because I know the earliest gets the best. I glare in the mirror, and I can only smirk. I shower, and put on my ERAU uniform, because I am a professional, and I am a Certified Flight Instructor. That's right. I teach flight, I teach people how to fly, I teach how to be fly. I take my students high, higher than they have ever felt. I take them to see my girl, my sky. And she only adds to my pride. She blows the harshest winds, or sets the fiery sun to burn, girl..these students have got to learn. And they learn the wrong to the right, the dangerous to the safe. And they are soon pilots, and I their master. Damn right...I fly. And I land, to only search to boost my pride elsewhere. Next is the classroom. Ask me a question, I'll answer. Lecture, and I'll listen. And I'll show you what it is like to have a dedicated student to his works and mastery. Ask me a question, go ahead. And I'll show you what it means to be ahead. Finally, the sun sets, but my pride has yet. Finally, is the gym. Don't look at me, and don't look in the mirror. Look at the weights, and under my rage, you best stay in the cage. I lift more than you, I can do what you do, and again twice, thrice more. Come meet me in the courts, meet me on the field, I'll still take you. And I'll still make you believe that I am it. And a day in my life ends, only to repeat tomorrow. Try again, just remember, my pride still isn't full.

But..humility. These thoughts, these truths are only projected to my skull. Nowhere else. Because to me, no one needs to know about my ego. No one needs to see that I fly and teach with charisma and confidence. No one needs to see that I study and learn beyond the call of duty. No one needs to see that I rip and tear into my muscles to become bigger and stronger. No one. Only me. You only need to see that I will make you the best pilot you can be. I am your provider and your guidance. You only need to see that I can help you with your works and studies. I am your friend, your lending hand. You only need to see that I can teach you different methods to becoming stronger and faster. I am your trainer and your spotter. Modesty is what I try to project, and let me practice this practice. My humility will be for you, and my pride for me.

Loud and proud. It is who I am. It is what I am. Call me a lion. Roars so loud, yet so gentle when in comfort. Proud with his chest out when needed, but also timid to its own independence. Loud and proud.