To the Misfits

I know what it feels like to be cast out.

To be called a demon because I don’t believe in their gods.

To be called unpatriotic because I don’t worship their flags.

To be hated simply for existing outside their rules.

That hate didn’t chain me down, it set me free.

It lit a pirate fire in my chest.

Because pirates never begged the empire for a seat at the table.

They built their own crews.

Raised their own flags.

Lived by their own code.

That’s what My CannaBod is: a flag for the misfits.

Every shirt is armor. Every design is a declaration.

We don’t belong to their system, and we never will.

So I’m asking you: Do you want to keep trying to fit into a world that was built to break you?

Or do you want to join the crew outside of it; to wear your fire, your defiance, your freedom on your chest?

The choice is yours. Raise the flag. Join us.