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The Lone Wolf Lie: Why Your Private Bag Will Rot Before It Saves You Drop the hustle-porn mythology. The predatory culture that sold you the "self-made" fantasy lied to you. It convinced you that hoarding paper in a gated enclave makes you bulletproof. It taught you to brag about your solo grind while your community’s economic foundation bleeds dry. Wake up: A solitary granary in a starving village isn’t an asset. It’s a target. Pull up a chair. Take a slow, measured breath down into that power center two inches below the navel. Let the tension out of your shoulders. We are stepping square into the sovereign green current of Ujamaa—Cooperative Economics. Our ancestors left a warning encoded in the Zulu and Xhosa proverb: Indlela ibuzwa kwabaphambili —“The path is asked of those who have walked it before.” And who walked it before us? The brave warriors of Guinea-Bissau under Amílcar Cabral, who taught us that true sovereignty requires returning to the source and stripping off...

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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