Welcome back, today we’re diving deep into the meaning behind “Unapologetically Caged.” Grab your favorite beverage, get comfortable, and prepare for some real talk that might just change how you see accountability, growth, and the beautiful mess we call life.
Breaking Down the Brand (Because Y’all Asked)
So what does “Unapologetically Caged” actually mean? What does it symbolize? Well, buckle up, buttercups, because it’s not what you might think at first glance.
It means embracing every wrong I’ve done and taking full accountability for it. Period. Point blank. No chaser.
Now, some people hear “Unapologetically” and assume I mean I’m unremorseful about the choices that cost me my freedom. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. Let me tell you, honey, we’re talking intergalactic levels of wrong here.
I am still in a constant battle with the truth of my crime, but I don’t deny it, nor do I assume that my incarceration was some kind of cosmic mistake. The path I was on? It was going to land me either six feet under or exactly where I am writing you from, only worse with a life sentence.
What Being Unapologetically Caged Truly Means
Being unapologetic doesn’t mean pride in the past; it means pride in the lessons, growth, and resilience born from that past.
I wasn’t always insightful or encouraging like I am today. Oh no. I used to be a WILD CARD, a tornado of chaos that made everyone around me hold their breath.
I started smoking weed at 13 because apparently, being a teenage stoner was a personality trait. By 14, I was staying out late, fighting at school like I was training for the UFC, and racking up a juvenile record longer than my adult record. Most of my charges were for fighting and running away nothing too extreme but enough to make sure local police officers knew the Phoenix brand of drama.
Looking back, there was only one cause behind it all: anger.
I was so angry because I felt invisible in a world I didn’t belong to. Life lesson for free, dolls: trying to fit in will make you misunderstand yourself more than ever. It’s like trying to solve a puzzle while someone keeps changing the picture frustrating and pointless.
The Dangerous Game of Seeking Acceptance While Unapologetically Caged
I desperately wanted to fit in with the girls in the neighborhood, but they rejected me. The boys? They “accepted” me but you already know that kind of acceptance comes at a price far too high for a young girl to pay.
With that acceptance came drugs, fake love, and meaningless relationships. Once that “she’s easy” reputation is built, people feed your already weak ego lies. It’s like being hungry and someone hands you a sandwich made of illusions it fills you temporarily, but the hunger returns tenfold.
The saying “wolves in sheep’s clothing” is real. They can smell the fear and insecurity seeping from you like cheap perfume. They sense it in the way you walk, talk, and breathe and that’s when abuse creeps in, slowly, like a thief in the night.
The Many Faces of Abuse (None of Them Pretty)
Abuse isn’t just physical it’s emotional, mental, and financial. It’s like a subscription service you never signed up for but keep getting charged.
When abuse escalates and hops from person to person, it can cause depression, anger, or both. Emotional scars build up like interest on a credit card you never wanted. Physical marks leave a constant reminder of what you endured not allowed, mind you but endured because you didn’t know you deserved better.
Years of silence, manipulation, and unresolved trauma can make you lash out at the wrong people. Sometimes you see enemies where God sent angels, simply because you’re scared to let your walls down.
The Caribbean Girl Gone Rogue
My life was the opposite of the traditional Caribbean upbringing my family tried to give me. Respect, discipline, and keeping your act together? Not my thing at all. I was the poster child for “what not to do with Caribbean parenting.”
It made me ashamed to be around my family and eventually led me astray. I alienated the people who genuinely wanted to guide me. My favorite saying at the time? “You don’t know what I’m going through!” True in some ways but being disobedient didn’t earn me understanding either. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, with the rock being my stubbornness and the hard place being the consequences of my choices.
Prison Reality Check: The Humbling Experience
Being in prison has its ups and downs, but mostly, it gives you time to reflect. When you’re forced to sit with your thoughts 24/7, you either make peace with yourself or go insane.
I have two kids and a smart mouth, which, let me warn you, doesn’t mix well in prison. Rebellious attitudes combined with sass lead you straight to solitary confinement a place like being grounded by the universe, except the universe doesn’t bring snacks or Wi-Fi.
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The Tears That Taught Me Everything About Being Unapologetically Caged
I’ve never cried as much as when I’m alone in my cell, reading messages from my kids saying how much they miss me, or how they cried themselves to sleep because they miss my voice. Those messages hit differently when surrounded by concrete walls.
My father, my fiancé, my mother all hurt in their ways. My mother, who once threatened to send me to military school, cries over my prison sentences. That’s rock bottom, empresses.
The Wake-Up Call That Actually Woke Me Up While Unapologetically Caged
All of that emotional devastation was for what? To prove to an officer how messed up I was? Or to look tough in front of people who forget you exist the moment they walk away?
In prison, I saw clearly that most people wearing the same uniform do not care about you. Out of sight, out of mind. Harsh, but true.
Choosing What Matters While Unapologetically Caged: Family First
I realized I had to stand for something bigger than myself. I chose family. Family will stand by you when the world doesn’t, even if they don’t fully understand your choices.
I also realized I couldn’t teach my kids about Goddie while letting my old ways guide me. I was like a GPS lost in the wrong city. So I told the devil, “GET UP OFF ME!” and started praying, studying, and striving for the woman God created me to be.
The Recipe for Change (Spoiler: It’s Simple but Not Easy)
In 2025, I got tired of repeating old habits. The truth is simple: do the same thing, get the same result. Changing actions changes outcomes. Revolutionary, right?
I stopped throwing pity parties though I was excellent at them and asked God, “Goddie, what am I here for? Why can’t I win an appeal and leave prison?”
The Divine Assignment I Didn’t Sign Up For (But Got Anyway)
The answer? My story is here. My journey is here. I can’t leave until I finish what Goddie started. Every gem I share, every word of empowerment, is His work not just mine.
This isn’t theory. It’s real-time transformation. Blood, sweat, tears, and growth.
The True Meaning Revealed
Being unapologetically caged means:
Owning every mistake without excuses.
Taking accountability without drowning in shame.
Growing in a garden made of concrete.
Finding purpose where you least expected it.
It doesn’t mean I’m proud of the choices that landed me here. It means I’m proud of the woman those choices are helping me become. It means I refuse to waste this experience by staying the same person who walked through those doors.
It means using every day to become:
The mother my children deserve.
The daughter my parents can be proud of.
The woman God created me to be.
The voice other women need to hear when walking the path I once traveled.
The Evolution Continues
Every day behind these bars is another day of choosing growth over bitterness, hope over despair, purpose over self-pity. Some days it’s easy. Other days, it’s a knockdown, drag-out fight with my old self.
That’s what being unapologetically caged means to me. I hope it inspires you to embrace your own journey of growth, wherever you are, whatever walls you face.
We all have prisons some made of concrete, others of fear, trauma, addiction, or limiting beliefs. The question isn’t whether you’re caged it’s whether your cage will be a coffin or a cocoon.
I choose cocoon. Every single day, I choose transformation.
Welcome to the evolution, empresses.
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