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The Trap of the Armed Chief

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The Trap of the Armed Chief Drop the heavy shield/ When the village stands as one/ Peace becomes our wall. If you have to walk through your own living room, organization, or community with an ox-hide shield strapped to your arm, stop lying to yourself: you don’t have a sanctuary. You have a perimeter breach. We love to romanticize the solitary grind. We praise the brother whose jaw is locked so tight his teeth might crack, convinced that if he drops his guard for two seconds, his family will starve. We crown the sister who absorbs the emotional debt of three generations, smiling through agony while her spirit suffocates. We call it "holding it down." Ancestral wisdom calls it what it actually is: a confession of disorder. “When there is peace in the country, the chief does not carry a shield.” A shield is forged for blood and blade, not fellowship. When you refuse to take off your battle armor around your own people, that shield isn’t proof of leadership—it’s physical eviden...

Salute to Luther Vandros

Man with golden voice/
we salute your mastery/
thank you for singing/

I still remember where I was when Luther passed. I was visiting my sister in New York, and I was sitting in her window trying to catch a breeze on that hot day. When the news flashed over the radio i was heart broken. Luther was a master at what he did and inspired me in many ways. I remember in high school I just lipped synced Luther and the ladies rushed the stage. it was incredible to see what the power of his voice could do.
I had my first slow dance off of Luther, and may have had sex for the first time after listening. So it is only appropriate that I salute this Master with a truly golden voice:






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