MOM, I AM A RICH MAN

“Mom, I Am a Rich Man” is a tribute to self made strength, to women who rewrite the rules, and to every person who chose independence over expectation.

"Mom, I Am a Rich Man"

They told me to wait.

Wait for the right man. The right time. The right life to fall into my lap like some kind of fairytale.

But I never liked waiting. And I sure as hell wasn’t gonna wait to be rescued.

You raised me better than that.

I remember you scraping together rent, piecing together dinners from whatever was left in the fridge, turning scraps into something warm. Something that felt like love. You taught me grit before I could spell it. You made magic out of nothing.

So no, I didn’t find a rich man. I became one.

I built something out of every “no” they threw at me. Turned every locked door into a new blueprint. And when they said “you can’t, ”I smiled and did it anyway.

Look at me now, Mom.

No prince. No handouts. Just a woman who made her own empire and wears her name like a crown.

Mom... I am a rich man.

Thank you for taking the time to read “Mom, I Am a Rich Man.” This story isn’t just words on a page, it’s a celebration of self worth, independence, and the quiet power of believing in yourself when no one else does.

GOD BLESS YOU ALL.