Let’s talk about copycats. I see you. I see the energy, the mimicry, the subtle (and not-so-subtle) attempts to replicate what I do, how I do it, and the way I move. But here’s the truth: to copy me means I came first. And baby, that’s the part that can’t be faked.

I don’t create blueprints for others to hijack. I don’t pour my energy, my gifts, and my sacred work into this world just to leave it behind for those who wish to erase me and wear my skin like it’s theirs. This path was never about imitation—it’s about divine alignment. Destiny can’t be swapped like shoes. What’s mine is mine. What’s yours will never be me.

They can walk in my footsteps.
They can mimic the style.
They can watch every move like it’s gospel.

But let me make this clear: I am the magic.

What I carry didn’t come from trends or textbooks. It came from healing. From prayers whispered in silence. From ancestors guiding my steps and spirit. From nights I cried and still showed up. From courage, from clarity, from connection. That’s not something you can paste or plagiarize.

They’ll always be a day late and a dollar short—not because they aren’t capable, but because they aren’t me. And trying to wear someone else’s calling? That’s the quickest way to lose your own.

So let them copy. Let them chase. Let them follow.
But I won’t look back.

I’m too busy evolving.