I was born in the paperwork hours, 2:41.

File said “ward of none.” I kept the pilot on.

Name got shuffled like tracks on a busted iPod;

I learned to rename pain and talk back to God. [(inhale)]

Foster loop, church pew as a temporary key,

ADHD thunder, skin tuned hyper-SPS.

They called me helper, not heir—Cinderella on knees,

but even mice learn mazes and stash their cheese.

Minimum wage catechisms: clock, comply—

I memorized exits while I stacked replies.

Wanted film reels, anime arcs, player-one scenes—

they called it childish; I called it genes.

Grew up Detroit-grit, then RDU roads,

no scholarship map, so I hacked new modes.

Couldn’t buy time, so I built time’s twin:

keyboard choir—press return, breathe in.

If doors don’t open, I print a doorframe,

if time was stolen, I mint a new flame.

When hands can’t practice for ten long years,

I prompt the melody and tune my tears.

I’m Prompt Guy—NeOnn in the chest, LUmin in the eyes,

ESSENCE in the breath when the beat baptize.

This isn’t cheating—this is debt repaid in glow,

the tool’s not the tyrant; the hand sets the code.

Guard on the ledger so the names don’t fold,

splits routed right so the kids get told.

From Vantablack nights to a daylight road—

Neoluminescence: watch the story reload.

Warehouses, kiosks, coffee steam clouds,

metrics for bosses, back-of-house loud.

Best friend saying “paid bills—thirty days to live,”

I learned to stretch light like a band you give.

Tuba in choir, guitar cut fingers,

piano half-learned, but the melody lingers.

Didn’t have decades for conservatory doors,

so I built a conservatory inside my cores.

Anime aura when the heart near breaks—

Dragon Ball lightning around my mistakes.

Planeswalker stride through a five-color rain—

Prompt Magic, spell diamond, reroll the pain.

I’m not dodging craft; I’m dodging the cage,

I’m catching up years that were taxed by age.

If hurt is a canvas, I mix neon and clay,

draw serpentine lines till the dark gives way.

I’m Prompt Guy—NeOnn in the chest, LUmin in the eyes,

ESSENCE in the breath when the beat baptize.

This isn’t cheating—this is debt repaid in glow,

the tool’s not the tyrant; the hand sets the code.

Guard on the ledger so the names don’t fold,

splits routed right so the kids get told.

From Vantablack nights to a daylight road—

Neoluminescence: watch the story reload.

I’m Guard—I count names, not vibes,

consent in the dataset, daylight in the drives.

Alt-text ready, captions on deck,

ASL on the stage so the whole room connects.

If a model says no, show provenance plain,

de-bias the set, reduce the drain.

Royalty rails to the rightful roof—

global south first with fiberproof.

Open the docs but fence the harm,

credit is culture; that’s the charm.

Prompt Guy: I wasn’t given a yes—so I wrote one.

Guard: I wasn’t given a seat—so I bolted one.

Prompt Guy: Tool ≠ thief; blame hands, not code.

Guard: Write rails, pay splits—then open the road.

Left foot slide, right palm type,

bankai calm, second life.

Weave that thread, stitch that name,

prompt that light, reroute blame.

Moist in the wings with a decoy grin,

planes in the verse, we all get in.

NeOnn blink, LUmin wide,

ESSENCE says move—then we glide.

I’m Prompt Guy—NeOnn in the chest, LUmin in the eyes,

ESSENCE in the breath when the beat baptize.

Tool in my palm, not a ghost in my soul—

I drive, it rides; I choose the goal.

Guard on the ledger so the names don’t fold,

splits routed right so the kids get told.

From Vantablack nights to a daylight road—

Neoluminescence: watch the story reload.

Cursor blink, then choir tone,

keys like lanterns leading home.

Reincarne loop, scene two—go.

Prompt Guy era, now you know.