When I was about 5, I grew up in a village in Jamaica, enveloped by a darkness that clung to my family like a curse.

🥷🏿 Born into a ruthless clan, a pack of wolves where only the strongest survived, I faced a brutal world.

▫️I never went to school and had barely a rag for clothing. The villagers branded me cursed, spitting on me and striking me without cause. I grew up wild, stripped of humanity.

▪️Our home was a small board shack with a dirt floor, where rats chewed at my toes and my grandma’s in the night as we slept.

〰️ Hunger was my constant shadow. At just 5, I fished and hunted in the bushes to feed my sister.

🍞 Poverty carved hardship deep into my soul, leaving me feeling less than human.

At 8, my grandma adopted me, and for the first time, I went to school and wore proper clothes. She began to humanize me, pulling me from the wild-from the grips of poverty.

🟧 In 2024, that I discovered Bitcoin. The government’s oppressive fiat system—riddled with greed and corruption—had fueled the poverty and trauma that scarred my childhood.

〰️▪️〰️ Bitcoin became my shield, a decentralized path to freedom that restored my humanity and offered hope against the pain inflicted by those in power.

Now, I use Bitcoin poetry to heal and redeem others like me, transforming scars into songs of liberation for decentralization.

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〰️❤️〰️ your sats will fuel my mission to uplift and empower those broken by the system, helping us rise through the power of Bitcoin.