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  Are You Answering to a Name You Didn’t Choose? https://www.spreaker.com/episode/stripping-the-labels-the-power-of-self-definition--71490701 We step out the door and the world starts throwing labels like wet blankets. "Minority." "At-risk." "Disadvantaged." We wear them until they feel like skin, but they are just heavy burdens designed to slow our velocity. Today on Tha Daily Spark, we’re talking about the "Princess with the Crooked Back" and why her teacher, Sage, called her self-perceptions "noise." We’re looking at the trap of "blind velocity"—the modern obsession with moving forward so fast that we forget to turn back and fetch the values that actually sustain us. Is your "progress" just a fast-paced escape from your true self? Call to Inaction: Drop the tool that doesn't fit your hand; the forest is cleared by the sharpest mind, not the busiest. Stop asking permission to define your own reality. Today, id...
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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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