Inner Pimp

Just a few weeks ago, I laid down a challenge. I challenged our UPH family to take a close look at the people in their lives and decide on whether or not it was time to make the short list shorter. Since then, I’ve been introduced to someone that will help me along my journey and hopefully, my friend will help you connect with your friend as well.

Allow me to introduce…Diamond Jackson.

I know you’re sitting there wondering…has Kim flipped her lid? We already know that she’s Diamond; the poet extraordinaire that sometimes closes out her articles. Okay, okay…I couldn’t help it. You see, I’m projecting. I have gotten in touch with my inner pimp and sometimes, I just can’t help myself. Now, before you go thinking that I have a stable of willing, young men at my beck and call; let me explain.

It began last weekend. My son and I were talking to his former boxing coach and he asked my son what he was up to. School, boxing, football? What’s happening? My son made the mistake and fortunate accident of saying…I’m too small for football, I have to bulk up. This, of course, had the coach puzzled. He said, “Who told you that ish?” I should point out; my son is 6’ feet tall and 170 lbs. My son, again with the mistake and fortunate accident, said the classic…a whole lot of people. I couldn’t help myself, I asked for names. Have a nice little giggle at the answers, I did:

• A girl. Yes, I said a girl; one who probably doesn’t even know what a quarterback sneak is.
• His boy Pete that used to play college ball. Which we pointed out ‘used to’ and he wasn’t the coach.
• Crickets…

That’s right. After a girl and Pete, he couldn’t name another. This is when the fortune of the accident came about. His coach told him that he was messing up. And when he tried to explain what he was doing with his life and time; he was stopped. Then, the sun came out, birds began to sing, and I think I saw a unicorn. Okay, not really; but, what happened next was nothing short of miraculous. And it was these words that made it happen.

“No, man. Like I said, you’re messing up. Are you really telling me that you’re letting other people tell you what you’re capable of? Meanwhile, you’re sitting on talent. True talent. And the lames that told you that crap is still doing the same stuff they were doing 2 years ago. You need to get in touch with your inner pimp.”

WHAT YOU SAY?!?!

“None of these fools got half of what you have in talent. I’ve already told you this. You are an athlete. Don’t act like one…be one! Get in touch with your inner pimp. Let yourself know that you hold the keys to your future. Look at your momma (yay, me!). You think she’s only ‘talking’ about writing? No! She’s writing for her website (yay www.urbanpeephole.com!). She’s writing her book. She’s not letting other people tell her what she can or can not do. She’s in touch with her inner pimp (yay Diamond!). Quit messing around!”

I could say that my son just listened and kept it as a nugget like he does me (because you know I know nothing right?). But I can honestly say…if he doesn’t know his inner pimp; he’s definitely been introduced to him. He’s been making moves since that conversation on Saturday.

As for me? Like Money Mike says, pimpin’ been pimpin’ since pimpin’ been pimpin’, Pimpin’. I’m going to keep recognizing, acknowledging, and nurturing Kim ‘Diamond’ Jackson. She has plans to take care of.

So, I’m curious…have you met your inner pimp?