
A Founders Journey...
Until the "TED TALK" here is a glimpse of my truth.
A visual journey through the moments that shaped me: from childhood to motherhood, pain to purpose, survival to strategy. Each photo tells a story. Each chapter reflects the fire, faith, and fight that built Legacy360.
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1983 — The Beginning
Born Into Strength in East
Baltimore, 1983. I came into the world during a time of transformation in a city balancing resilience and hardship. Born into a family of GIANTS, I was wrapped in the love of a mother who protected me beyond measure. But I was fatherless and the only child. Even then, my spirit began learning what it meant to survive with softness and strength.
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Early Childhood
Shielded, Yet Searching
My mother my world. Her love fierce and unconditional, a shelter from everything. But the absence of a father and the silence around it left an ache I didn’t know how to name. I smiled wide, even when I didn’t fully understand who I was becoming.
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Teenage Years:
The Silence I Carried
As a teen, I battled invisibility. Identity crisis. Loneliness. I often felt misunderstood stuck between who I was and who I thought I had to be. These were the years I suffered in silence, covering my pain with smiles, laughter, and music. But deep down, I was breaking and blooming at the same time.
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Fitting In:
In the Crowd, Still Alone
This image captures me surrounded by teens some friends, some strangers, all figuring out life in the same unforgiving city. We smiled, posed, cracked jokes, and played our parts. But behind those eyes, I carried questions I didn’t yet have language for. I was in the crowd, but still alone.
These were the years of confusion and quiet suffering when I battled identity, felt unseen, and struggled to reconcile the expectations of a young lady, higher education, access to resources, fitting in, not following the crowd, and survival of my environment. But even then, the leader in me was forming. I was learning how to read people, read the room, protect myself, and navigate systems that often left us to fend for ourselves.
This wasn’t just teenage life it was training for the work I would one day do. Even in my silence, I was self teaching.

A New Life A New Fight
Still a Child delivering a Child
Look at me. A girl, barely a adult, bringing life into the world with trembling hands and a heart already tired from carrying too much. I wasn't just in labor I in was grief, fear, shame, and love.
No epidural could numb the pain of becoming a mother while still feeling like a child. I was scared. I was alone in ways no one could understand. But I looked down at my baby and decided he would have more.
This was the day I became a protector, a provider, a promise-maker. The moment everything changed. My voice hadn’t fully come, but my purpose was screaming from deep within.
I didn’t know it then, but I was birthing more than a child. I was birthing a legacy.
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Post-Abuse, Survival Mode
Still Standing, Still Smiling
This picture makes me cry every time. Not because we weren’t smiling but because I remember exactly what it cost to wear that smile.
Just a year before, I had several life changing events happen that restructured my life and my children. Events that I never thought we would recover from.
We lived in Cherry Hill projects. At that time gunshots rang out daily at anytime of the day. We had no hot water for days sometimes weeks. I was mothering in war zones, praying no stray bullets would make my babies orphans.
But look at us. Huddled together. My babies still glowing. This was survival. This was strength. This was the moment I realized: I wasn't just keeping us alive I was learning how to make sure we would thrive.

Sibling Picture Day – St. James & John
Faith Over Rent
This was picture day at St. James & John Catholic School. I had pulled Sayvion and Serenity out of our zoned school in Cherry Hill not because I had it like that, but because I couldn’t afford not to. I knew what the neighborhood offered, and I refused to let the environment write their future.
So I sacrificed. Rent went unpaid so tuition could be covered. We had a commute. I went without meals never them. I was too prideful to ask for help. Our home lacked basics but my babies had a shot at better. I was barely 23, deep in survival mode, but determined to beat the odds for them and for the community I still didn’t yet know how to save.
I didn’t have a blueprint. But I had vision. Even then, I was parenting with purpose.

A Family of Purpose
And Then There Were Six
By 2017, I had done what once felt impossible I bought a home for my babies. A roof we could finally call our own. But peace didn’t come with keys. Life kept happening to me in waves hard, relentless, unkind. I was overworked, underpaid, overlooked. Smiling on the outside while depression, anxiety, and exhaustion quietly pulled at me.
Still, I showed up. For them.
Six heartbeats living outside of my body: Sayvion, Serenity, Sanyra Sky, Seven, Ashlynn, and Zuri.
Like me, four of them were fatherless so I poured everything I had into filling those gaps. I overcompensated emotionally, spiritually, financially. Not because I had it to give, but because they deserved everything I never had. They saved me in ways no adult ever could. They loved me without conditions. They forgave me before I even knew what I was sorry for.
My vision shifted this wasn’t about me anymore. It was about legacy. It was about what we could build now, together. Not just surviving but changing the story, one household at a time.

Stepping Into Advocacy
Still in Survival but walking into strategy
In 2021, I joined the Board of Maryland Legal Aid a space I once never imagined myself in. But I came not just as a name on a roster I came with lived experience, a sharpened voice, and a mission to fight for those who are too often silenced.
I had spent years navigating broken systems, surviving injustice, and speaking truth even when it shook. And the truth is I am still in survival mode today like many of us. But now I was in the rooms where decisions were made. And I show up fully: informed, ready, and unshakable.
I began traveling more, expanding my reach beyond my neighborhood, stepping into state and national spaces where change is shaped. My knowledge, sharpened by experience and self-education, became a tool. My story became a strategy.
I didn't just want better for my community I wanted justice for all communities. From advocacy to action, I knew healing starts with truth, but transformation starts with power. And now, I was walking in mine.

Global Service Nigeria 2023
From Baltimore to Oraifite
In 2023, I took my talents beyond the borders of Baltimore and into Oraifite, Nigeria, where I had the honor of spearheading a outreach mission with the VOOM Foundation focused on wellness, access, life saving open heart surgery and equity.
I was there to work. To serve. To listen. To lead.
In collaboration with local leaders and health professionals, we provided critical care to children and families overlooked. In that moment, everything I had lived through every struggle, every sacrifice made sense. It all prepared me to stand in this room, on this soil where my ancestors were born, offering my hands, my heart, and my voice.
This wasn’t just a trip. It was a calling answered.
Legacy doesn’t stop at the city line. It’s global. It’s generational. It’s now.

Back Where It Started
Seeds in the Soil That Raised Me.
Back in Baltimore not because I had to return, but because I chose to. The city that once tested me is now the ground where I plant seeds of purpose.
This moment with my son is proof of that. From raising babies in survival mode to raising changemakers in systems I once fought to escape, I’ve come full circle. I poured into my children, showed them the power of community, and modeled what it means to lead with love and lived experience.
We didn’t just return we showed up. Stronger. Louder. Ready to build.
Baltimore raised me, broke me, and rebuilt me. Now I’m giving it back everything I’ve learned—through advocacy, service, and the legacy my children are now living out.

Family Legacy
The Roots That Carried Us
In this photo are the anchors of our family the late, great Calvin W. Green and the ever-strong Joan Presbury Green, my grandparents. They’ve been together since the 7th grade a love story built on loyalty, sacrifice, and soul-deep commitment.
They were more than partners they were pillars. The matriarch and patriarch. The givers. The caretakers. Their home was never just a place it was a refuge. A place where neighbors came to be fed, children came to be raised, and community came to feel seen.
Their love held us all together. Their values shaped generations. They gave without asking, taught without preaching, and led by showing up.
Because of them, I know what it means to stand strong, lead boldly, and love without limits.
This is where legacy began.