I Don’t March, I Maneuver

While they’re outside in the streets, sweating, chanting, begging for better wages and justice, I’m upstairs in a penthouse suite, sipping black coffee and studying the mind of the man who owns the entire building. I don’t boycott corporations. I seduce their decision-makers. I don’t write complaints. I whisper into the ears of the ones who sign the checks and control the budgets. That’s the difference between power... and noise.

See, I watch the news too. I see the pain. The people exhausted, frustrated, marching for change. But I made a vow to myself a long time ago, I will never beg a system built to ignore me. I will infiltrate it, seduce it, bend it, and then build my own.

When I want something, I don’t protest. I prepare. I don’t storm the gates. I charm the gatekeeper. And when the CEO thinks he’s interviewing me, he has no idea he’s already in my trap, because I’ve already studied his weaknesses, read his interviews, learned his schedule, his fears, and his patterns. By the time I speak, I’m not just making a request, I’m offering him a fantasy he never even knew he had.

And make no mistake, I’m not sleeping my way into power. I’m thinking my way into influence. I’m studying, preparing, elevating, and making moves in silence while everyone else is distracted by outrage.

You want better pay? I negotiate ownership.
You want fair treatment? I demand leverage.
You want justice? I create independence.

The dominatrix in me doesn’t argue. She commands.
She doesn’t cry for change. She becomes the change and then charges people to access her brilliance.

The world is not moved by emotion. It’s moved by power. And power is not always loud. Power wears black stilettos, and a smile that disarms billionaires.

And trust me, once I’m in, I never ask twice.