Real Talk: When a Black Woman Entrepreneur Finally Stops Giving a Damn

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There’s a rhythm to resistance that few understand. As I drift the waters of entrepreneurship as a Black woman in America, I find myself channeling the spirit of Harriet Tubman’s courage, Noah’s persistence, and the compassionate vision of Jesus. Not out of ego, but necessity. The path demands it.

The Unsaid Rules

We’re taught not to criticize men. Even now, in what some call “progressive times,” the expectation lingers in board rooms, in pitch meetings, in casual conversations where ideas float and sink based on who speaks them. I’ve watched my male colleagues fumble what I call the “memo” of responsibility, yet when they’re walked out the door, somehow the searching glances fall upon us — the women who remained competent, composed, compliant.

Why are we so afraid of what others will say? I’ve been called a “retard” to my face and witnessed the astonishment when I defend myself. This fear of speaking truth has become a collective weight on women’s shoulders, particularly for those of us who carry the additional burden of racial identity.

The DEI Paradox

I believed in Diversity, Equality, and Inclusion. I truly did. I understood it meant working twice as hard to prove my worth. What I didn’t expect was watching the concept morph into something unrecognizable — a corporate checkbox where new faces arrive but old patterns remain, sometimes even more corrupt than before.

The observer in me — the aunt rather than mother — sees this cycle with painful clarity. I’ve dedicated my life to Koujud Inc., building it strap by strap, because I refuse to abandon the younger generation coming behind me. #WomenInPower isn’t just a hashtag; it’s a responsibility.

Technology’s Broken Promise

AI was supposed to be our ally — designed to enhance task completion, to aid those with limited mobility, to help each person individually. Yet I watch in dismay as it’s tweaked into a crypto lottery machine, another tool for the privileged to accumulate more.

Screenshots of what Shitty Coin Scanner sees

My godstincts (gut instincts guided by faith) tell me to use AI as it was intended — as a tool for good. This is why I’m developing $SC (Shitty Coin Scanner), a system to protect funds while maintaining privacy. Technology should serve humanity, not the other way around.

Misplaced Priorities: Space Exploration Over Human Exploitation

Let’s talk about Elon. The golden boy who gets unchecked credit and unlimited access to taxpayer funds for his space exploration fantasies. We hand him billions while our own planet burns, while children go missing, while infrastructure crumbles.

We need to start asking the hard questions, sorry not sorry. You that racist to let him wreck your future, too?

NASA’s budget in 2023 was over $25 billion. SpaceX has received countless government contracts. All while the National Center for Missing & Exploited Children struggles for resources. While thousands of rape kits sit untested. While the Epstein client list remains largely redacted because it’s somehow a “national security risk” to expose and arrest powerful men who exploit children.

Scripture is clear about God’s judgment for those who harm children. Matthew 18:6 tells us: “But whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.” Deuteronomy 27:19 declares, “Cursed is anyone who withholds justice from the foreigner, the fatherless or the widow.”

Yet we shield these powerful men. We redact their names. We call it “national security” when it’s really just protecting the powerful at the expense of the vulnerable. And we fund space toys for billionaires while children disappear.

God sees. And His judgment awaits. Proverbs 31:8–9 commands us: “Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.”

The American Contradiction

America — built on dreams but sustained by lies, greed, and men with hyperactive imaginations of what leadership should look like. I look at figures like Elon Musk (forgive my snark) who seem like the stain you can’t remove from the fabric of progress.

I’m neither old nor young, neither completely cynical nor naively optimistic. I believe and yet I don’t. God keeps me cloaked heavily, and it’s by choice that I continue to build despite the contradictions I witness daily.

The Path Forward: $MaGa — Make Assholes Go Away

We need to bring back real discussions. My second tokenomics concept, $MaGa, aims to create structure for women looking to build, to foster environments where substantive conversation replaces the take-take-take mentality that has grown so tiresome.

We aren’t meant to live isolated from one another, surrounded by negativity. The environment, our communities, our very souls suffer under this weight. As women, especially as Black women in tech and business, we must create our own tables rather than begging for seats at ones that weren’t built for us.

Full Circle: The Early Adopter Remains

I’ve been here since the early days of the internet, learning to type with the left Dvorak keyboard due to the malfunction of my right hand. Wherever I went, I found supportive communities that bolstered me — as long as no one tried to replace my mother’s guidance.

Now I stand as a female entrepreneur, Black and proud, with the wisdom of an observer and the determination of a builder. Like Noah preparing for rain that others couldn’t foresee, like Harriet creating paths where none existed, I’m preparing for a future where women build together.

Are we truly all coming together as it appears? The answer ebbs and flows like the tide. Some days I see convergence; other days, division seems more pronounced than ever. But this I know: the fight continues. And I’ve decided to battle with my wallet, my voice, and my vision.

They may not understand it yet — this resistance, this insistence on creating spaces where women can thrive. They might not comprehend until it’s too late. But history, when not twisted by ego-driven narratives, shows that we are stronger together.

God’s plans are greater than man-made outcomes we’ve seen time and again. And women — we are intuned with our Father in ways that transcend understanding. Isaiah 1:17 reminds us to “Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed. Take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow.”

I am here. I am building. I am #WomenInPower. $WIP