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  The "Self-Made" Lie: Why You’re Waiting for Chickens to Grow Teeth Listen, family—the Ancestors didn’t leave us myths; they left us an algorithm . Right now, we are in a fractal convergence that only happens once every seven years. We are in the year, cycle, week, and day of Ujima . The vibration is Blue—deep, steady, and inescapable. We’ve been sold a colonizer’s dream: the "Self-Made" man. We’ve been coached to carry the world on our own shoulders until our spines snap, calling it "hustle." But that "I got this" mask is actually a coffin. In the Wolof tradition, when someone makes excuses for not showing up for the Tribe, they say: "Wait until the chicken grows teeth." Stop waiting for the impossible "perfect moment" to be responsible for your brother. If his house is flooding, your floor is already wet. Ujima—Collective Work and Responsibility—isn't a chore; it’s the key to your own survival. On this Total Ujima Day,...

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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