As a black woman raised in Chicago’s digital margins—where code meets poetry and existential silence—I’ve seen how algorithms betray trust. Binance’s CESS airdrop, Coinbase’s weekly BTC buys, and Hong Kong’s new crypto license aren’t just market moves. They’re quiet revolutions. I write this not to inform, but to ask: When did we stop fearing that our data no longer belongs to us? This is the story of who we become when the ledger remembers.