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The Cost of the Feast: Why Comfortable Chains Are Still Chains Let’s stop lying to ourselves about modern success. We love to boast about the corner office, the direct deposits, and the luxury perks, but behind closed doors, our spirits are suffocating. We have traded our sovereign genius for corporate scraps, smiling through microaggressions just to secure a seat at a table that was built to exploit us. The ancestors from Malawi cut straight through that compromise: "It is better to eat mushrooms in freedom than to eat meat in slavery." August 21st holds heavy ancestral receipts. On this exact night in 1791, Dutty Boukman and Cécile Fatiman gathered our people in the dark woods of Bois Caïman. They looked at the plantation tables heaped with meat bought with their own degradation and chose the wild mushrooms of war, sparking the Haitian Revolution. Forty years later, on August 21, 1831, Nat Turner rose in Virginia because he refused to let his soul be bought off with crumbs....

I am - by Preston J. Harrison

brown recluse as compared to a U.S.A. pennyImage via Wikipedia
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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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