I work to be heard.

Because words without work are noise.

Who listens to someone with no proof-of-work?

No scars. No substance. No weight behind the voice.

In this world, respect isn’t given - it’s forged.

Craft is my argument. Labor is my language.

Every cut, every burn, every hour -

makes the silence lean in.

You don’t earn attention by asking.

You earn it by building something that cannot be ignored.