I clock in with goddess energy and clock out with crumbs.

Eight hours of labor.

Eight hours of patience, presence, and pressure.

Eight hours of holding space for others while my own dreams wait in the wings.

And what do I get?

$120.

That’s $16.00 an hour.

Before taxes.

Before bills.

Before the cost of being a mother, a creator, a visionary.

I do not wake up to be underpaid.

I do not pour my essence into a system that sees me as replaceable.

I am building a legacy.

And this job?

It’s a stepping stone — not a destination.

So I count the coins, not with shame, but with strategy.

Because every dollar is a seed.

Every shift is a reminder.

Every underpaid hour fuels the fire behind Caribbean Lust, behind SilverKyat, behind the movement I’m birthing.

$120 won’t define me.

But it will remind me —

that I’m worth more,

that I’m building more,

that I’m leaving this behind.

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I’m not just working for a paycheck.

I’m working for freedom.

For creative sovereignty.

For a life where passion pays — and purpose multiplies.

And if you feel this too, you’re already part of the revolution.