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Stop Crying at the Musicians: Why Radical Responsibility Dictates Your Next Move

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Stop Crying at the Musicians: Why Radical Responsibility Dictates Your Next Move The rhythm of the world just changed under your feet, and you are still out here trying to dance yesterday’s routine. Too many of our people are locked in a spiritual temper tantrum. We see economic ground shifting, family dynamics fracturing, and systemic currents turning against us, and our immediate, reflexive reaction is to panic, fold our arms, and cry foul. We point fingers at the band, demand the comfortable tunes of the past, and when we inevitably trip over our own feet, we retreat into the suffocating corners of blame, shame, and guilt. We act like wounded spectators in our own lives, waiting for an outside hand to change the playlist. The Ancestral Algorithm cuts that illusion down at the root: "Responsibility is the key that unlocks my collective power." Walking shoulder-to-shoulder with this algorithm is the ancient Hausa principle of pure survival: "Idan kiɗa ya canza, rawa ma ...

I am - by Preston J. Harrison

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I am.

I am the native tongue.
I am the brown recluse.
I am the spirit of the slave
with my neck in a noose.

I am a quote from the bible,
the legend of the scroll.
The music in your heart
when you sing from your soul.

I am the favorite son,
a warrior's tattoo.
The benefit of the doubt
when others can't trust you.

I am the dream keeper.
I am the moon's sun,
the hired gun, muted barrel,
I am the chosen one.

I am the brightest day,
and sometimes the darkest night.
I am the wind beneath the wings
when a bird takes flight.

I am the castle and the king,
the drawbridge, the moat,
the canoe in cried-rivers
making sure hope floats.

I am the first kiss, last breath.
I am the rook, the knight, the pawn, the king
in a game of chess.

I am the soul singer.
I am the rhythm and the blues.
I am the first idea
and The Creator's muse.

I am the sunday sermon.
I am the pulpit for the preacher.
I am the choir, prophet, priest
and sunday school teacher.

I am the saint-sinner.
I am the long way home.
I am a shape-shifter.
I am this poet's poem.
I am.

Preston J. Harrison.
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