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আমি still remember the night I first saw it: a sleek AI-generated poster of Mbappé, halo-lit, floating above a crowded forum—someone’s idea sold as spectacle. It looked like triumph. But no one told us it was about justice.

The ‘JRs欧冠AI海报大赛’ wasn’t a contest. It was a mirror. We traded real sweat for pixels, and called it ‘engagement.’ The algorithm didn’t care if you were born on South Side or in Marseilles—it cared if your username had 10K followers.

Who Gets Erased?

When I played pickup ball at 2 AM with my father’s old sneakers, he taught me this: effort doesn’t pay off if the system is built for clicks—not for courage. The MVP isn’t measured in goals; it’s measured in shares.

I watched a Black guard from Englewood get erased from the feed because his jersey had no sponsor—and he still wore it anyway.

The Algorithm Doesn’t Sleep

They told us: ‘AI makes art.’ But art doesn’t make money if it’s not rooted in community.

The prize wasn’t a scarf—it was an invitation to vanish quietly.

I used to think success looked like Mbappé. Now I know: success looks like someone still shooting after midnight—with no fanfare, and no hashtag.

You don’t need more likes to be seen. You just need to show up.