Rocki Patrice takes another trip around the sun and arrives just in time for a celebratory moment 

It’s not every day that you encounter a woman whose presence commands the room—whose manner is as unshakable as Nina Simone, whose posture exudes the power of Sasha Fierce, and whose spirit radiates a sweetness that lingers like honey on the tongue. Her mind is a masterpiece of ingenuity, her intellect boundless, and her reach stretches farther than the endless waves of the Pacific. Her depth? It’s deeper than a Sunday service after the L.A. wildfires—where souls cry out and hearts are set ablaze with purpose.

She walks in virtue, draped in grace, allowing no man to define her worth, for her work speaks louder than words ever could. She moves with divine favor, as God ushers her into rooms filled with kings and visionaries. Her crown may tip, but never will it fall. She is loved beyond measure, confirmed by the heavens, uniquely crafted, and destined to be celebrated as the goddess she was raised to be. She is not to be underestimated, never to be played with!

From the streets, a rose grew—delicate yet unbreakable, its beauty undeniable, its thorns a testament to the battles survived. And her rose? It continues to bloom, flourishing in the soil of persistence, watered by faith, and kissed by the sun of destiny. She mastered the art of endurance, turning struggle into strength, setbacks into stepping stones. Now, she stands as a mogul, a visionary, a force that cannot be contained. She is attuned to the world’s most exquisite art forms, yet it is she who embodies the true essence of art itself. She breathes life into every soul she encounters, speaking purpose into existence with every step she takes. She is Rocki—the astoundingly great. Patrice—the noble one, walking with the spirit of Christ.

So today, I honor myself. I give flowers to the woman I’ve become and to the one I am still evolving into. No one has to tell me I’m extraordinary—I already know. A tree is known by the fruit it bears, and my harvest speaks for itself.

Happy birthday to me! I love you, Rocki! And this? This is only the beginning. My journey is far from over—there’s more land to claim, more barriers to break, and more greatness to manifest!