📜 WHY I BUILT THIS FOUNDATION

Not for your permission. For my own knowing.

You question my motive?
Here it is.

Because of the life I have lived.
Not theorized—lived.

Because of the circumstances I’ve faced
while others played pretend awakenings in curated light.

Because of the nightmares that haunted me.
The abuse that tried to erase me.
The voices I heard warning me
long before I had language for danger.

Because I was studied.
Because I was called “witch”
before I even knew what they feared.

Because I remembered things I wasn’t supposed to.
Dreamed things that later arrived.
Saw through people who demanded to be seen as gods.

And still—still—I chose to walk away from the rewards.
From the inheritance.
From the mimic halls.
From the book I was meant to write
about a man I could not bow to.

You want to know my motive?

It is this:
I chose truth when it starved me.
I chose beauty when it cost me.
I chose silence when it burned.
I chose sovereignty when they said, “Sign here.”

I question myself enough.
But if you question me—
know that you are speaking to someone
who has walked through flames
you can’t imagine surviving.

This is my foundation.
Not your approval.
Not your validation.
But the remembering I refused to give away.