Why Injustice Makes My Blood Boil
September 24, 2025
I’ve always been wired to notice when things don’t line up—when the scales tilt, when somebody gets written off for reasons that don’t reflect their real worth. That’s why injustice never just brushes past me. It sits heavy. It ignites something.
Some of that comes from my own journey. I’ve been in situations where I wasn’t given enough to work with, but was still judged for not meeting the standard. I’ve seen the law licensing process pick apart people’s struggles without honoring their growth. I’ve had doors closed not because of ability, but because of perception. When you live through that, you learn to smell injustice in the air before it even fully arrives.
Some of it comes from where I was born and raised. Growing up in a city built on resilience, you see how often power gets abused, how many people are forced to fight twice as hard for half as much. That environment sharpens your vision. You can’t unsee what you’ve seen.
But it’s not just personal or cultural—it’s spiritual. As a man of faith, I believe justice is woven into God’s design. When I see something crooked, it doesn’t just offend me on a social level, it feels like a violation of divine order. That’s why I can handle loss when it’s fair, but when the system itself is bent? That’s when my blood boils.
At the end of the day, injustice makes me who I am. It fuels my art, my music, and my calling as a lawyer. It’s the fire I carry into every space I enter. And it’s why I’ll never stop pushing, because fairness isn’t just an ideal—it’s a fight.
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