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Sunday, July 13, 2025

The Night I Took it Back

Catfish Heads: The Night I Took it Back: Some nights you don’t wake up planning to become your own army. You don’t look in the mirror thinking, Tonight, I fight. But the night does...

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 Some nights you don’t wake up planning to become your own army.

You don’t look in the mirror thinking, Tonight, I fight.

But the night doesn’t care about your plans.

Sometimes it chooses you. And that night, it chose me.

He thought I was easy prey.

Homeless. Alone.

A soft mark with a bag full of nothing worthfight.

But the night doesn’t care about your plans.l

Sometimes it chooses you. And that night, it chose me.

He thought I was easy prey.

Homeless. Alone.

A soft mark with a bag full of nothing worth fighting for.

He didn’t see the weight that bag carried — not the coins or the smokes — but the last threads of my dignity.

My survival, zipped up in a dirty pack.

He grabbed it like it was already his.

Turned his back on me like I’d roll over, like the street hadn’t taught me teeth and grit.

What he didn’t know: the street made me harder than him.

I chased him down.

Didn’t feel fear — only fire

Fists and gravel. My breath in steam.

My knuckles cracked open so my pride didn’t have to.

I took it back. All of it. The bag. The little cash. The respect that says: Not this one. Not tonight.

Did I win the fight? Maybe.

Did I win myself back? Absolutely.

People talk about “love and light” — and that’s real.

But so is the mud. So is the blood you spill protecting what’s yours.

We don’t rise pretty. We rise scarred, bruised, with something worth keeping alive inside.

This is Catfish Headsugly truths, beautiful light.

I share this because maybe you’ve been there too: cornered, counted out, told to be quiet and soft.

Maybe you’ve tasted the copper in your mouth when you decide, No more.

If so — you’re my people.

Stay standing. Keep your head up. Keep your bag close. Remind the world you’re not prey.

Want to read more raw truths?

Check out:

The Dynamic Beauty of Real Love

Christ Consciousness

We don’t hide the mess here. We grow from it.



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