I once was called @cheftinaluu. An identity built through Blood, sweat, and tears, too. A persona si grata, Of three decades-plus, For those who well-knew me, A place for their trust. This title I earned By working The Fire. Through persistence... Resilience, Choosing my heart's True desire. A name from ingredients, The best that I found. Executed techniquely, Plated purpose, profound. With intentions fulfilled, I carried it on. Though destiny manifested, I came, went, was gone. Have you ever held tight To something that's done? When you know to release it - Maybe even someone? This was me and a handle, Constructed with care. Cake layers hugged frosting, Stacked tall - How I dared. Stale cake falls apart, Once fresh gets Too old. I lost a whole lot, To those hiding behind code. My network got hacked! A blessing Disguised. Things got disrupted; Cleared a path, Still, I rise. Like Mama Maya, And angel-food... Expansive. No cry. (Okay, maybe I cried a little.) The end of a story, Times the start of a new. Do not fear letting go, Though a sadness Sings The Blues. It's opportunity gifted, To build what we want. For a Brave New World's Calling. Go on... Answer it. Rock! ~ Lưu Trọng Đạ Thảo | @seshat January 11, 2026
SESHAT the POET
Seshat The Scribe is a law-abiding, voting, tax-paying, jury-serving, under-dog cheering, Patriot of The USA. A dragon-rider with The Divine Creator's wind beneath their wings, she flies with a Spirit squad & army of Ancestors from many lifetimes.
Seshat The Scribe is a law-abiding, voting, tax-paying, jury-serving, under-dog cheering, Patriot of The USA. A dragon-rider with The Divine Creator's wind beneath their wings, she flies with a Spirit squad & army of Ancestors from many lifetimes.







