*”Gangsta” by Kehlani used to be my vibe years ago. Back then, I thought I needed someone else’s strength to hold me up. That was the story I told myself: if I could find someone strong enough to love me through my chaos, I’d be okay.

But now? That version of me is gone.

I faced myself. I have the bruises to show. But those bruises? They’re healing. Vanishing. And in their place stands a woman who knows her power.

I’m calling in a partner who is strong enough to hold space for my power — not because I need saving, but because I deserve to be matched.

No more playing small. I come for it all.

To take back the voice and destinies that were stolen from my lineage. To breathe life into their dreams and carry their gifts into this world through me.

I am chosen to break the silence, to write the stories, to build the tables they never got to sit at. Their names echo in my steps, and their talents sing through my work.

This isn’t about proving myself anymore. It’s about living in the fullness of who I am and why I’m here. No more questioning. No more waiting.

This is the season of reclamation. And I’m not just stepping into it — I’m owning it.*