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Transcend All Limits  Listen to show The trap was set, the jaws had snapped shut, and the predator was already licking his teeth. By every conventional law of nature, the smaller creature should have surrendered to terror. The options on the table were horrific: roasted over a pine-top bonfire, hanged by the hind legs from a willow branch, or drowned in muddy plantation water. Any one of us facing systemic traps or sudden life crises would immediately cycle through raw panic: the blind rage of becoming Mad, the grief of becoming Sad, or the paralysis of being Scared. Yet, the rabbit pleaded on his knees for every possible death—begging for mercy from only one thing: the thorny, razor-sharp thicket across the ditch. Why would a captive beg his captor to avoid the very torture chamber waiting right in front of him? And more importantly: why do modern, educated Black folks keep screaming in horror at the very environments, histories, and challenges that our ancestors used to master th...

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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