Born Broke, Wired Rich

I was born into lack.

Hand-me-down dreams and recycled clothes.

Grew up counting coins like they were sacred,

Learned how to stretch a meal like it was a miracle.

We didn’t talk about investments.

We talked about survival.

The first money lesson I learned

Was how to pretend I wasn’t hungry in public.

hey fed us scarcity like scripture.

Told us money was the root of evil

But it was the lack of it that broke our homes.

I watched my mother pray harder than she slept.

I watched my father shrink with every unpaid bill.

And somehow, I still believed wealth was for them, not us.

But one day, I looked around and asked,

“Who planted these beliefs in me?”

Why was I ashamed of ambition?

Why did money feel like betrayal

Instead of freedom?

No one told me that being broke

Wasn’t just a bank account

It was a belief system.

A virus passed down in whispers:

“Be grateful for what you have.”

Even if what you have is barely enough

To make it through the week.

I got angry.

At the systems that silenced us.

At the schools that taught obedience, not ownership.

At the banks that smiled and said “declined.”

At the culture that glorified hustle

But never taught equity.

I was mad at my own silence.

For accepting less,

For settling quietly,

For calling lack “humility”

When really, it was inherited fear.

Then I woke up.

Not all at once, but gradually.

I stopped saying “I can’t afford that.”

Started saying, “How can I create that?”

I stopped scrolling in envy

And started studying in silence.

I read books, took notes, made plans,

Even when my rent was late

And my fridge was loud with emptiness.

I rewired my mind before I rewired my income.

I didn’t get rich quick

But I got rich in mindset

Long before the money came.

I stopped apologizing for wanting more.

More peace. More power. More pay.

I started speaking wealth into my wounds.

Built my value with every broken piece

They told me to hide.

I am not greedy.

I am not too much.

I am the first millionaire in a bloodline of survivors.

I am healing generations with every invoice I send.

I am the blueprint.

I was born broke

But I was wired rich.

My DNA remembers wealth,

Even if my childhood forgot.

I no longer play small

So others stay comfortable.

I no longer fear abundance

Like it’s something I have to earn through pain.

I was born broke.

But I am no longer available for poverty.

Not in mindset.

Not in speech.

Not in energy.

Not in identity.

I remembered who I am.

And now, I walk like money.

Talk like value.

Move like freedom.