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Scraping the Noise to Build the Tribe: The Power of True Ujima

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Scraping the Noise to Build the Tribe: The Power of True Ujima Why are you so exhausted? You’ve been grinding day in and day out, stacking up obligations, checking off endless boxes, and trying to build an entire empire on your own isolated shoulders . We’ve been tricked into believing that individual success is our ultimate armor . This relentless hyper-independence is a direct symptom of an oppressed mind state, reinforced by historical "divide and conquer" strategies designed to turn us against each other and separate us from our collective cultural traditions . But what if your frantic pursuit of the solo hustle is actually the very wall blocking your true transformation into a life of peace, power, and joy ? The Internal Friction: Ego and the Unbalanced Passions There is a deep, underlying tension between the frantic urge to do more and the ancestral mandate to bind together . When we look at the internal friction fracturing our families and communities, the problem is...
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Motherfucker!

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Her heart bleeds,

red rivers of righteousness,

motionless in the waves of white lies.

She's schooled to the ways of white guys

with bright eyes for the right sized,
black woman with tight thighs.
Tonight's prize........she hears all the right lies,
from this motherfucker, the devil in disguise.
Unrecognized, and concealed behind her eyes
is the fate of her race to face eternal demise.
Brutalized by the chains, immortalized by the whips,
baptized by the pains and relocated in ships.
She sips.......from the cup of her slaughter
to taste the death of her sons and the rape of her daughters.
That motherfucker!
He stole her wealth and sold her children,
alter her health and burned her buildings
under the guise of Christ.
She reminisces.....on golden sunsets and hearty lands,
the faith of a prophet's plans,
but her memories won't suffice.
That motherfucker!





Preston J. Harrison

Founder/President

Imperial Integrative Health Research&Development, LLC.


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