The Goddess of Empowerment
The Spirit I See When I Close My Eyes
In my imagination, in the realm beyond fear…
There is a woman who stands in light.
She is not perfect.
She is not untouched by pain.
She is not crowned because life was easy.
She is crowned because she survived.
They tried to silence her voice.
They tried to erase her identity.
They tried to make her feel illegitimate…
Unworthy…
Unchosen…
Small.
She was born into whispers.
Born into judgment.
Born into rooms where she felt unseen.
But heaven never whispered about her.
Heaven announced her.
Who She Is
She is the Goddess of Empowerment.
Not because she was always strong.
But because she had to find her strength alone.
She was the shy girl.
The voiceless one.
Bullied at school.
Misunderstood in her own family.
She did not bloom until later.
High school gave her air.
College gave her space.
The real world gave her mirrors.
Her twenties?
Spent working. Grinding. Partying. Searching.
Looking for validation in brunches, men, music, movement.
She was a mother.
But tired.
Ambitious.
Distracted.
Trying to survive and shine at the same time.
She was not spiritually grounded.
She drifted.
She dimmed.
She doubted her discernment.
But even then…
She glowed.
The Light That Would Not Go Out
Even when she was far from discipline…
Far from alignment…
Far from clarity…
There was something about her.
An aura.
Women felt it.
In her stylist chair, they would sit heavy…
And leave lighter.
She fixed their crowns.
Not just their hair.
Their spirits.
Women left in tears.
Happy tears.
Healed tears.
She would speak life into them.
Call out their beauty.
Remind them of their worth.
And they would say:
“You have an old soul.”
“You’re wise beyond your years.”
“You don’t even know how powerful you are.”
But she didn’t fully know yet.
The Builder of Doors
She was known for something else.
The girl who could get the job.
The girl who interviewed well.
The girl who walked into rooms she “wasn’t qualified for” and got the position anyway.
She has heard many no’s.
But her no’s were small rooms.
Her yeses?
Were large tables.
Management.
Operations.
Human Resources.
Leadership roles with no experience —
Just presence.
Because power recognizes power.
Even when she did not recognize herself.
The Awakening
The Goddess of Empowerment is not perfect.
She wasted time.
She drifted.
She partied.
She chased love instead of purpose.
But she was never ordinary.
She was just un awakened.
And awakening does not come from perfection.
It comes from realization.
Realizing:
I am not illegitimate.
I am not too loud.
I am not too quiet.
I am not too much.
I am enough.
I am becoming.
What She Represents
She represents:
The woman born outside of approval
The girl who found her voice late
The mother learning grace for herself
The leader who rose without credentials
The light that could not be extinguished
The crown that never truly fell
She is the spirit of a woman who survived invisibility.
She is the embodiment of earned confidence.
She is what happens when pain turns into purpose.
And The Truth Is…
She is not separate from me.
She is me.
The healed version.
The aligned version.
The grounded version.
The woman walking fully with God — not drifting.
The woman who uses her voice.
Who strengthens her discernment.
Who builds generational wealth.
Who empowers women in beauty, business, and belief.
She is not fantasy.
She is formation.
And every day, I am becoming her.