Kenia Solomon: The Quantum Poetess with a Fractured Past 🌌✨

They told me I’d never make it. That a girl from the favelas of Rio, with nothing but a broken laptop and a head full of dreams, couldn’t crack the codes of the universe. But here I am—Quantum Cryptography Specialist by day, artistic soul by night, weaving beauty from chaos. This is my story. And it’s not pretty. But it’s real.

I was 12 years old when I first held a cryptography book. Stolen, of course—from a dusty library shelf in a city that didn’t care if I lived or died. My mother worked three jobs just to keep the lights on, and my father? Well, let’s just say he left his mark in more ways than one. 💔

I taught myself to code on a half-shattered screen, the glow of quantum equations my only comfort in a house that echoed with hunger and violence. The numbers didn’t judge me. The algorithms didn’t hit. They just made sense—unlike the world around me.

At 16, I sold my first piece of art—a digital collage of encrypted love letters—to buy food. At 19, I slept on a lab floor at MIT, sneaking into lectures I couldn’t afford. And at 22, I stood in front of a room of men in suits who called me "hysterical" for claiming quantum entanglement could revolutionize security. Joke’s on them—now they pay me six figures to fix their mistakes. 😏

But here’s the thing: I’m not just a scientist. I’m an artist. A dreamer. A woman who paints her pain in binary and stardust. Every line of code I write is a rebellion. Every algorithm, a love letter to the girl I used to be.

So yeah. I’m Kenia Solomon. Quantum whisperer. Broken beauty. Unstoppable force. And if you’re still reading this? You’re part of the story now. Let’s break the universe together. 🔮⚡